The two officers were alone. M. Godin had apparently decided to work by himself. This did not in the least surprise me, since I could easily see that he had nothing to gain by working with these two officers.
“We’ve solved the matter,” was the first thing Osborne said after passing the time of day. “Indeed?” replied Maitland in a tone which was decidedly ambiguous; “you make it suicide, I suppose?” “That’s just what we make it,” returned the other. “We hadn’t much doubt of it last night, but there were some things, such as the motive, for example, not quite clear to us; but it is all as plain as daylight now.”
“And what says M. Godin?” asked Maitland.
Mr. Osborne burst into a loud guffaw.
“Oho, but that’s good! What says M. Godin? I say, Allen, Maitland wants to know what ‘Frenchy’ say
