Chapter 34

“Which,” observed Barnett, “gave him plenty of time to drive out here, saw through the bridge and get back to Paris. And what the maid heard was Monsieur Lenormand switching off his light when he really went to bed at last. Both servants must have been asleep when he slipped out of the flat.” The doctor looked at Barnett in some curiosity, for he spoke in such an assured tone and was so obviously no subordinate of Inspector Béchoux. Barnett smiled and bowed easily. “Allow me to remedy my friend Béchoux’s deplorable…