"Quite so," said M. Carrège.
"Afterwards, when I found that Madame Kettering was dead when the train left Lyons, then—then I knew!"
"And still—you did not go to the police, Mademoiselle," said the Commissary mildly.
Mirelle glanced at him superbly; she was clearly enjoying herself in the rôle she was playing.
"Shall I betray my lover?" she asked. "Ah no; do not ask a woman to do that."
"Yet now—" hinted M. Caux.
"Now it is different. He has betrayed me! Shall I suffer that in silence...?"
The Examining Magistrate checked her.
"Quite so, quite so," he murmured soothingly. "And now, Mademoiselle, perhaps you will read over the statement of what you have told us, see that it is correct, and sign it."
Mirelle wasted no time on the document.