He pointed direct at the press, in which the clothes had just been locked up.
"I—I have no objection," said the Count—"none, of course; only they have not been used for an age. I'll direct some one to look for the key."
"If you have not got it about you, it is quite unnecessary. Philippe, try your skeleton-keys with that press. I want it opened. Whose clothes are these?" inquired Carmaignac when, the press having been opened, he took out the suit that had been placed there scarcely two minutes since.
"I can't say," answered the Count. "I know nothing of the contents of that press. A roguish servant, named Lablais, whom I dismissed about a year ago, had the key. I have not seen it open for ten years or more. The clothes are probably his.
"Here are visiting cards, see, and here a marked pocket-handkerchief—'R.B.' upon it.
