several pair of grey suede gloves, fastened by bluish mother-of-pearl
buttons. One of the pairs had been worn, and a button was missing.

"These are the ones I was looking for," said the peddler, putting
the gloves in his pocket. Then he continued: "Your mistress was
rather fond of taking long walks by herself, wasn't she?"

The girl's pale face flushed hotly and she stammered: "You know
- about it?"

"You know about it also, I see. And did you know everything?"

"Yes, everything," murmured Nanette.

"Then it was you and Tristan who accompanied the lady on her walks?"

"Yes."

"I supposed she must have taken some one into her confidence. Well,
and what do you think about the murder?"

"The Professor?" replied Nanette hastily. "Why, what should I know
about it?"

"The Councillor was greatly excited and very unhappy when he
discovered this affair, I suppose?"

"He is still."

"And how did he act after the - let us call it the accident?"