If she had succeeded in wounding the man with the first shot of the revolver, she would, doubtless, have escaped the blow with the bone.

But she had certainly employed her revolver too late; the first shot deviated and lodged in the ceiling; it was the second only that took effect." Having said this, Monsieur Darzac knocked at the door of the pavilion.

I must confess to feeling a strong impatience to reach the spot where the crime had been committed.

It was some time before the door was opened by a man whom I at once recognised as Daddy Jacques.
He appeared to be well over sixty years of age.

He had a long white beard and white hair, on which he wore a flat Basque cap.