11Molly was first to the library. Anne-Marie stood with her hand over her mouth, looking down at Violette, who was stretched out behind a wing chair next to the fireplace. She was face-up, eyes closed. Her dress was not hitched up, her hands lay at her sides; it was almost as though the young woman had decided to lie down next to the fire for a nap, yet Anne-Marie and Molly both felt the situation was not so innocent.
“Violette?” said Anne-Marie, squatting down next to her, and putting her hand on the young woman’s arm. Violette did not move.
“Dr. Vernay!” cried Molly. The doctor hustled in immediately and bent down beside the nanny.
Molly shot Ben a look and shook her head slowly. Ben nodded, then pulled out his cell and called Paul-Henri at the station. He was about to call Florian Na
