“Henriette? She didn’t know where we kept it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Who is this woman Henriette?” asked Mon. Valorbe.

“A schoolmate, who was disowned by her family for marrying beneath her. After her husband’s death, I furnished an apartment in this house for her and her son. She is clever with her needle and has done some work for me.”

“What floor is she on?”

“Same as ours⁠ ⁠… at the end of the corridor⁠ ⁠… and I think⁠ ⁠… the window of her kitchen.⁠ ⁠…”

“Opens on this little court, does it not?”

“Yes, just opposite ours.”