"Mlle. Susy d'Orsel's apartment is reached by two staircases. Do you know if the door to the one used by the servants was locked?" "That I can't tell you, Monsieur, all I know is that Justine generally locked it when she went out." "And while you were away hunting the doctor and the police, did you leave the door of the house open?" "Ah, no, Monsieur, to begin with, I didn't go out. I have a telephone in my room, besides I never leave the door open." "Is Justine in her room now?" "No, I have the key, which means that she's out ... she's probably looking after funeral arrangements of the poor young girl." "Mlle. d'Orsel had no relations?" "I don't think so, Monsieur." "Is Marie Pascal in?" "Yes ... sixth floor to the right at the end of the hall." "Then I will go up and see her. Thanks very much for your information, Madame." "You're very welcome, Monsieur. Ah, this wretched business isn't going to help the house. I still have two apartments unrented." Juve did not wait to hear the good woman's lamentations but hurriedly climbed the flights of stairs and knocked on the door indicated. It was opened by a young girl. "Mademoiselle Marie Pascal?" "Yes, Monsieur." "Can I see you for a couple of minutes? I am a detective and have charge of investigating the death of Mlle. d'Orsel." Mlle. Pascal led the way into her modest room, which was bright and sunny with a flowered paper on the walls, potted plants and a bird-cage. She then began a recital of the interview she had had with Susy. This threw no fresh light upon the case and at the end, Juve replied: "To sum it up, Mademoiselle, you know only one thing, that Mlle. d'Orsel was waiting for her lover, that she told you she was not very happy, but did not appear especially sad or cast down ... in fact, neither her words nor her attitude showed any thought of attempted suicide. Am I not right?" Marie Pascal hesitated; she seemed worried over something; at length she spoke up: "I do know more." "What?" Juve, to cover the young girl's confusion, had turned his head away while putting the last question. "Why," he remarked, "you can see Mlle. d'Orsel's apartment from your windows!" "Yes, Monsieur, and that ..." "Were you in bed when the suicide took place?" "No ... I was not in bed, I saw ..." "Ah! You saw! What did you see?" "Monsieur, I haven't spoken to a soul about it; in fact, I'm not sure I wasn't mistaken, it all happened so quickly.... I was getting a breath of fresh air at the window, I noticed her apartment was lighted up, I could see that through the curtains, and I said to myself, her lover must have arrived." "Well, what then?" "Then suddenly some one pulled back the hall-window curtains, then the window was flung open and I thought I saw a man holding Mlle. d'Orsel by the shoulders ... she was struggling but without crying out ... finally he threw her out of the window, then the light was extinguished and I saw nothing more." "But you called for help?"