"madame krashoff," summoned the inspector.

the danseuse was in a condition of the utmost distress.

"mon dieu! mon dieu!" she wept.

"please calm yourself, madame," the inspector requested patiently.

"i ken nothin' o' the creeme!" she sobbed thoughtlessly.

"i am sure of that," he declared gravely. "i merely wish to establish the movements of every one here. with whom did you pass the time after you went out into the garden until the alarm was given?"

"wi' m'soo gluckstein," she whimpered.

"all the time?"

"n-no."

"how much of the time?"

[pg 84]she became more collected.

"he said to me something that made me angry," she replied, with a touch of viciousness. "i walk away from him. then it rain, and i overtook him as i go back to the house."

"how long were you away from him?" the inspector asked.

"ma foi, i cannot tell. maybe ten minutes."

"did you see any one else?"

"no."

"in what part of the garden were you when you left him?"

"behind the tennis courts."

"that is some way from the river?"

"yes, yes—ver' far away."

"thank you, madame."