— 3 — A NIGHT
AT THE LILY POTThat evening Desgrez, acting on instructions from the Chief of Police, took one of his men — a fellow Norman named Clement, whom he entirely trusted — and set out to watch the house of the Widow Bosse. It was a stormy night; cold rain fell with each gust of wind; the filthy water of the swollen gutters overflowed, making the streets almost impassable; the rain rushed along the gutters in the front of the hôtels and fell in cascades from the spouts at the corners. There were few people abroad.
Solange had watched her husband go on his errand with much trepidation; since the discovery that the second phial that Madame Bosse had sold her contained poison, she had felt most uneasy, and wished that her husband had not embarked upon the affair which he told her ent
