“Shall I carry the letter?” asked the corporal of gendarmes.

“No, send one of your men; you will be useful to me here in keeping these people in order, and in finding any witnesses I may want.  We must leave everything here as it is.  I will install myself in the other room.”

A gendarme departed at a run towards the station at Rueil; and the commissary commenced his investigations in regular form, as prescribed by law.

“Who was Widow Lerouge?  Where did she come from?  What did she do?  Upon what means, and how did she live?  What were her habits, her morals, and what sort of company did she keep?  Was she known to have enemies?  Was she a miser?  Did she pass for being rich?”

The commissary knew the importance of ascertaining all this:  but although the witnesses were numerous enough, they possessed but little information.  The depositions of the neighbours, successively interrogated, were empty, incoherent, and incomplete.  No one knew anything of the victim, who was a stranger in the country.  Many presented themselves as witnesses moreover, who came forward less to afford information than to gratify their curiosity.  A gardener’s wife, who had been friendly with the deceased, and a milk-woman with whom she dealt, were alone able to give a few insignificant though precise details.

In a word, after three hours of laborious investigation, after having undergone the infliction of all the gossip of the country, after receiving evidence the most contradictory, and listened to commentaries the most ridiculous, the following is what appeared the most reliable to the commissary.

Twelve years before, at the beginning of 1850, the woman Lerouge had made her appearance at Bougival with a large wagon piled with furniture, linen, and her personal effects.  She had alighted at an inn, declaring her intention of settling in the neighbourhood, and had immediately gone in quest of a house.  Finding this one unoccupied, and thinking it would suit her, she had taken it without trying to beat down the terms, at a rental of three hundred and twenty francs payable half yearly and in advance, but had refused to sign a lease.

The house taken, she occupied it the same day, and expended about a hundred francs on repairs.

She was a woman about fifty-four or fifty-five years of age, well preserved, active, and in the enjoyment of excellent health.  No one knew her reasons for taking up her abode in a country where she was an absolute stranger.  She was supposed to have come from Normandy, having been frequently seen in the early morning to wear a white cotton cap.  This night-cap did not prevent her dressing very smartly during the day; indeed, she ordinarily wore very handsome dresses, very showy ribbons in her caps, and covered herself with jewels like a saint in a chapel.  Without doubt she had lived on the coast, for ships and the sea recurred incessantly in her conversation.