She put her thin lips together.
"No," she replied in a sharp staccato. "I have done what I have done, and I will answer only the juge d'instruction."
"Better think twice."
"Never. It is a trick you wish to play on me."
"Very well." I went to the door, and opened it wide. "You are free to go."
"To go?"
"It is your mistress's wish."
"She will not send me to prison?"
"She scorns to do anything whatever."
For a moment the girl looked puzzled, and then: