“So far as we know.”
“But if these could be proved to be hers?”
“Ah! if you could prove that!”
“Easy enough. Have her searched, here at once, in the station. There is a female searcher attached to the detention-room.”
“It is a strong measure. She is a lady.”
“Ladies who commit crimes must not expect to be handled with kid gloves.”
“She is an Englishwoman, or with English connections; titled, too. I hesitate, upon my word. Suppose we are wrong? It may lead to unpleasantness. M. le Prefet is anxious to avoid complications possibly international.”
As he spoke, he bent over, and, taking a magnifier from his pocket, examined the lace, which still fluttered where it was caught.
“It is fine lace, I think. What say you, M. Floçon? You may be more experienced in such matters.”
“The finest, or nearly so; I believe it is Valenciennes—the trimming of some underclothing, I should think. That surely is sufficient, M. le Juge?”