He smiled, and turned his eyes for an instant on her companion. The face of the Japanese was a study. His eyes were narrowed to thin slits, and his mouth was formed into a meaningless grin.
Orme spoke to the Japanese in French. “Maku has confessed,” he said. “He is under arrest.”
The face of the Japanese did not change.
“Do you understand?” asked Orme, still in French.
There was no answer, and Orme turned to the Girl and said, in French.
“I don’t think he understands this language.”
“Apparently not,” she replied, in the same tongue.
“Tell me,” he went on, “are you there of your own will?”
“No.”
“Has he the papers?”