folks; they do sleep like that, your Grace."

"Didn't you hear any noise at the front door?" said M. Formery.

"No, we heard no noise at the door," said the concierge.

"Then you heard no noise at all the whole night?" said M. Formery.

"Oh, yes, sir, we heard noise enough after we'd been gagged," said
the concierge.

"Now, this is important," said M. Formery. "What kind of a noise was
it?"

"Well, it was a bumping kind of noise," said the concierge. "And
there was a noise of footsteps, walking about the room."

"What room? Where did these noises come from?" said M. Formery.

"From the room over our heads--the big drawing-room," said the
concierge.

"Didn't you hear any noise of a struggle, as if somebody was being
dragged about--no screaming or crying?" said M. Formery.

The concierge and his wife looked at one another with inquiring
eyes.

"No, I didn't," said the concierge.