she lived—and asked her if she would divorce Petrovitch. I have her answer here." She touched the bag she carried. "She lived in an obscure village in South Germany, was an ardent Roman Catholic, and of course had no intention of divorcing him. She went on to say that it was also extremely unlikely that she would die, as she came of a long-lived family and enjoyed excellent health. It was really quite an amusing letter. I think the woman had character. And I think she still has."
She looked up at him as she leaned on her stick.
"What do you think?"
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Noel. "A bigamist, eh? Claire, you're a double-eyed sorceress. I believe there's something in it. Will you give me the letter?"
"I will." She took it out of her bag and gave it to him.
"Don't say anything to Connie yet. I'm going to try a bit of bluff on old What's-His-Name. Of course she may be dead as mutton, but on the other hand she may not, as you say. Claire, you are" Words failed him.
"It's very interesting," remarked Madame Claire. "Be careful of Petrovitch, and don't say anything libelous. See what you can find out.
