"Well," he said, after gazing for a moment into Crochard's eyes, "speak quickly. What is it you have to say?"
"I wish to say to you, Pigot, that I have come to offer you my help."
"Your help?"
"In solving the mystery of this disaster."
Pigot looked at him coldly.
"We do not require your help," he said, at last.
"Perhaps not; and yet you would be mistaken to refuse it. I was at Nice; I have been on the ground since morning; I have discovered...."
"Well, what have you discovered?" asked Pigot, as Crochard hesitated.
"I have discovered," Crochard continued slowly, "what I can reveal only to M. Delcassé himself. I demand that you cause me to be introduced to him at once."
Pigot shrugged his shoulders impatiently.