Her first thought upon opening her eyes was --ou sont les papiers? The tiny man had briefly distraced the others, but the Inspector still crouched in the hall attending to the fallen woman. She thought she saw a glimmer of something in his eye--impossible, he was from Yorkshire, non? So she quickly forced a crocodile tear to roll down her cheek. The Inspector's face softened, as did the priests.
"Let me have a minute alone with him, non? Au revior?
The priest and the Inspector stepped aside as she went into the compartment. She fell across Villenueve and during her hysterical sobbing, managed to neatly rifle through the satchel beside him. The papers weren't there? How could this be?

When they took the body away, Annette got a bit more time to inspect the compartment. Nothing. The papers were gone. All that hard work right down le toilet. Her Curioso would be furioso if he knew they were gone. She quickly took a napkin from the tray the porter had left, and sketched a picture of the man who had taken the violincase. The lanky frame lept from the page as she drew. Now, how to get this to the Inspector without incriminating herself? Better yet, how to get him to understand when he didn't know his derrierre from a hole in the terre?