The man remained in the village; the woman had had a relay of horses, and continued her journey.
Planchet went in search of the postillion who had driven her, and found him.

He had taken the lady as far as Fromelles; and from Fromelles she had set out for Armentieres.

Planchet took the crossroad, and by seven o'clock in the morning he was at Armentieres.
There was but one tavern, the Post.

Planchet went and presented himself as a lackey out of a place, who was in search of a situation.

He had not chatted ten minutes with the people of the tavern before he learned that a woman had come there alone about eleven o'clock the night before, had engaged a chamber, had sent for the master of the hotel, and told him she desired to remain some time in the neighborhood.
Planchet had no need to learn more.