Part 11 (2/2)
”Anyone in the house?” he asked.
”No one. Natacha has not returned, and...”
”Your step-daughter is coming in now. Ask her where she has been, if she has seen the orderlies, and if they said they would return this evening, in case she answers that she has seen them.”
”Very well, little domovoi doukh. The orderlies left without my seeing when they went.”
”Ah,” interrupted Rouletabille, ”before she arrives, give me all her hat-pins.”
”What!”
”I say, all her hat-pins. Quickly!”
Matrena ran to Natacha's chamber and returned with three enormous hat-pins with beautifully-cut stones in them.
”These are all?”
”They are all I have found. I know she has two others. She has one on her head, or two, perhaps; I can't find them.”
”Take these back where you found them,” said the reporter, after glancing at them.
Matrena returned immediately, not understanding what he was doing.
”And now, your hat-pins. Yes, your hat-pins.”
”Oh, I have only two, and here they are,” said she, drawing them from the toque she had been wearing and had thrown on the sofa when she re-entered the house.
Rouletabille gave hers the same inspection.
”Thanks. Here is your step-daughter.”
Natacha entered, flushed and smiling.
”Ah, well,” said she, quite breathless, ”you may boast that I had to search for you. I made the entire round, clear past the Barque. Has the promenade done papa good?”
”Yes, he is asleep,” replied Matrena. ”Have you met Boris and Michael?”
She appeared to hesitate a second, then replied:
”Yes, for an instant.”
”Did they say whether they would return this evening?”
”No,” she replied, slightly troubled. ”Why all these questions?”
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