"Do you want to see M. Duval, sir?" said the gardener, who was
walking beside me.

"Yes."

"Well, I am pretty sure he is not back yet, or he would have been
here already."

"You don't think he has forgotten Marguerite?"

"I am not only sure he hasn't, but I would wager that he wants to
change her grave simply in order to have one more look at her."

"Why do you think that?"

"The first word he said to me when he came to the cemetery was:
'How can I see her again?' That can't be done unless there is a
change of grave, and I told him all about the formalities that
have to be attended to in getting it done; for, you see, if you
want to move a body from one grave to another you must have it
identified, and only the family can give leave for it under the
direction of a police inspector. That is why M. Duval has gone to
see Mlle. Gautier's sister, and you may be sure his first visit
will be for me."

We had come to the cemetery gate. I thanked the gardener again,
putting a few coins into his hand, and made my way to the address
he had given me.

Armand had not yet returned. I left word for him, begging him to