ON the morning of the burial, Thérèse was in her room, busy sorting papers they had found in her uncl room, when Brigitte knocked at the door.
"A lady, mademoiselle!" the maid said. "Mme. Chambannes, I think."
A frown appeared on Mlle. Rainda velvety eyebrows.
"Did you tell her that monsieur and madame had gone out?"
"Yes, mademoiselle!