"
Having said this, Monsieur Darzac knocked at the door of the pavilion.
I must confess to feeling a strong impatience to reach the spot where
the crime had been committed. It was some time before the door was
opened by a man whom I at once recognised as Daddy Jacques.
He appeared to be well over sixty years of age. He had a long white
beard and white hair, on which he wore a flat Basque cap. He was
dressed in a complete suit of chestnut-coloured velveteen, worn at
the sides; sabots were on his feet. He had rather a waspish-looking
face, the expression of which lightened, however, as soon as he saw
Monsieur Darzac.
"Friends," said our guide. "Nobody in the pavilion, Daddy Jacques?"
"I ought not to allow anybody to enter, Monsieur Robert, but of
course the order does not apply to you. These gentlemen of justice
have seen everything there is to be seen, and made enough drawings,
and drawn up enough reports--"
"Excuse me, Monsieur Jacques, one question before anything else,"
said Rouletabille.
"What is it, young man? If I can answer it--"
"Did your mistress wear her hair in bands, that evening? You know
what I mean--over her forehead?"
"No, young man.
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