"Now, out with it, you little vixen!" he commanded, assuming his brutal side. "Let us have no trifling. You know me!"
"And you know me, monsieur!" she retorted, with the first show of anger in her voice.
"Speak!"
"I said I had important information," she began, calmly. But it was with an effort, for he had shaken her roughly.
"Yes!" he put in; "and see that you make good, mon enfant!"
He was suspicious that this was some clever ruse to escape her present dilemma. Monsieur l'Inspecteur certainly knew Mlle. Fouchette.
"Information that you do not seem to want, monsieur——"
"Will you speak?"
"I have the right to reveal it only to the Ministry," she coldly replied.
"Is—is it so important as that?" he asked. But his tone had changed. She had made a move as if the interview were over.