Of course we were all questioned.

Rouletabille and I had already agreed on what to say.

I kept back any information as to my being in the dark closet and said nothing about the drugging.

We did not wish to suggest in any way that Mademoiselle Stangerson had been expecting her nocturnal visitor.
The poor woman might, perhaps, never recover, and it was none of our business to lift the veil of a secret the preservation of which she had paid for so dearly.
Arthur Rance told everybody, in a manner so natural that it astonished me, that he had last seen the keeper towards eleven o'clock of that fatal night.

He had come for his valise, he said, which he was to take for him early next morning to the Saint-Michel station, and had been kept out late running after poachers.