"I'll say nothing," reiterated the Chouan obstinately, "unless I am paid to speak."
"Well! What will you take?" said the commissary at last.
"Five thousand francs," replied the man glibly.
"I'll give you one," rejoined M. Lefèvre. "But mind," he added with uncompromising severity, "you remain here in the cells as hostage for your own good faith. If you lie to me, you will be shot—summarily and without trial."
"Give me three thousand and I'll speak," said the Chouan.
"Two thousand," rejoined the commissary, "and that is my last word."
For a second or two the man appeared to hesitate; with his one eye he tried to fathom the strength of M. le Commissaire's determination. Then he said abruptly:
"Very well, I'll take two thousand francs. Give me the money now and I'll speak."
Without another superfluous word M. Lefèvre counted out twenty one-hundred franc notes, and gave them into the Chouan's grimy hand. He thought it best to appear open-handed and to pay cash down; the man would be taken straight back to the cells presently, and if he played a double game he would anyhow forfeit the money together with his life.
"Now," said Lefèvre as soon as the man had thrust the notes into the pocket of his breeches, "tell me who is your chief, and where a posse of my police can lay hands upon him."