There was no secrecy. It was very marked. We could all see."
"And her mistress too?"
"That I will not say.
The lady I saw but little during the journey."
A few more questions, mainly personal, as to his address, business, probable presence in Paris for the next few weeks, and M. Lafolay was permitted to depart.
The examination of the younger Frenchman, a smart, alert young man, of pleasant, insinuating address, with a quick, inquisitive eye, followed the same lines, and was distinctly corroborative on all the points to which M. Lafolay spoke.
But M. Jules Devaux had something startling to impart concerning the Countess.
When asked if he had seen her or spoken to her, he shook his head.
"No; she kept very much to herself," he said. "I saw her but little, hardly at all, except at Modane.
She kept her own berth."
"Where she received her own friends?"
"Oh, beyond doubt.
The Englishmen both visited her there, but not the Italian."
"The Italian?
Are we to infer that she knew the Italian?"
"That is what I wish to convey.
Not on the journey, though. Between Rome and Paris she did not seem to know him.
It was afterwards; this morning, in fact, that I came to the conclusion that there was some secret understanding between them."
"Why do you say that, M. Devaux?" cried the detective, excitedly. "Let me urge you and implore you to speak out, and fully.
This is of the utmost, of the very first, importance."
"Well, gentlemen, I will tell you.
As you are well aware, on arrival at this station we were all ordered to leave the car, and marched to the waiting-room, out there.
As a matter of course, the lady entered first, and she was seated when I went in.
There was a strong light on her face."
"Was her veil down?"
"Not then.
I saw her lower it later, and, as I think, for reasons I will presently put before you.
Madame has a beautiful face, and I gazed at it with sympathy, grieving for her, in fact, in such a trying situation; when suddenly I saw a great and remarkable change come over it."
"Of what character?"
"It was a look of horror, disgust, surprise,--a little perhaps of all three; I could not quite say which, it faded so quickly and was followed by a cold, deathlike pallor. Then almost immediately she lowered her veil."
"Could you form any explanation for what you saw in her face?
What caused it?"
"Something unexpected, I believe, some shock, or the sight of something shocking.
That was how it struck me, and so forcibly that I turned to look over my shoulder, expecting to find the reason there.
And it was."
"That reason--?"
"Was the entrance of the Italian, who came just behind me.
I am certain of this; he almost told me so himself, not in words, but the mistakable leer he gave her in reply.
It was wicked, sardonic, devilish, and proved beyond doubt that there was some secret, some guilty secret perhaps, between them."
"And was that all?" cried both the Judge and M. Flocon in a breath, leaning forward in their eagerness to hear more.
"For the moment, yes.
But I was made so interested, so suspicious by this, that I watched the Italian closely, awaiting, expecting further developments.
They were long in coming; indeed, I am only at the end now."
"Explain, pray, as quickly as possible, and in your own words."
"It was like this, monsieur.
When we were all seated, I looked round, and did not at first see our Italian.
At last I discovered he had taken a back seat, through modesty perhaps, or to be out of observation--how was I to know?
He sat in the shadow by a door, that, in fact, which leads into this room.
He was thus in the background, rather out of the way, but I could see his eyes glittering in that far-off corner, and they were turned in our direction, always fixed upon the lady, you understand.
She was next me, the whole time.