"What? You, then, know my name?"
"Certainly." The doctor observed her surprise with a genial smile.
"I am very grateful,"—that they should know her for what she was and yet have been so good to her moved her deeply,—"I am very grateful, monsieur. But how did you know it was me, Fouchette?"
"Well, there is one man in Paris who knows you——"
"Inspector Loup?" she asked, quickly.
"Inspector Loup," said he.
"And he knows where I am,—certainly, for he knows everything,—everything!"
"Not quite, possibly, but enough."
"I must see Inspector Loup, doctor; yes, I must see him at once. When was he here?"
"Within the hour in which you were brought," said the doctor.