"And hear this!" added the sous-brigadier in an angry voice,—"if this grisette of Rue St. Jacques gives you any of her guff run her in!"
"But—no, monsieur, that you will not! My business is here,—my authority above your authority,—and here I will remain!"
"Show it!" demanded the official.
She regarded him wrathfully.
"Very well, mademoiselle," said he, choking back his anger. "I know my duty and will not be interfered with by——"
"Gare à vous!" she interrupted, threateningly.
"Don't!" whispered Jean. "It is nothing. But tell me quickly,—has Lerouge gone to prison?"
"Good! Go to his place, 7 Rue Dareau, you know,—tell her,—Mademoiselle Remy,—his sister, Fouchette——"
She bent lower over his head, hiding her face from his sight.