Mme. Dauvray's Motor Car

They got into a cab outside the door. Perrichet mounted the box,
and the cab was driven along the upward-winding road past the
Hotel Bernascon. A hundred yards beyond the hotel the cab stopped
opposite to a villa. A hedge separated the garden of the villa
from the road, and above the hedge rose a board with the words "To
Let" upon it. At the gate a gendarme was standing, and just within
the gate Ricardo saw Louis Besnard, the Commissaire, and
Servettaz, Mme. Dauvray's chauffeur.

"It is here," said Besnard, as the party descended from the cab,
"in the coach-house of this empty villa."

"Here?" cried Ricardo in amazement.

The discovery upset all his theories. He had expected to hear that
it had been found fifty leagues away; but here, within a couple of
miles of the Villa Rose itself--the idea seemed absurd! Why take
it away at all--unless it was taken away as a blind? That
supposition found its way into Ricardo's mind, and gathered
strength as he thought upon it; for Hanaud had seemed to lean to
the belief that one of the murderers might be still in Aix.
Indeed, a glance at him showed that he was not discomposed by
their discovery.

"When was it found?" Hanaud asked.

"This morning. A gardener comes to the villa on two days a week to
keep the grounds in order. Fortunately Wednesday is one of his
days. Fortunately, too, there was rain yesterday evening. He
noticed the tracks of the wheels which you can see on the gravel,
and since the villa is empty he was surprised. He found the coach-
house door forced and the motor-car inside it. When he went to his
luncheon he brought the news of his discovery to the depot."