"It was only this morning, monsieur," said the child, again reminded of her irreparable loss.
"This morning, eh? The report is not yet in.—There, now, don't blubber, little one.—Another murder for le Cochon! Pardieu! we shall have his head!"
"Truly?" Fouchette brightened up immediately at this prospect.
"The infamous wretch!"
"Yes; go on, monsieur. You grow more interesting!"
"What an infernally impudent child!" observed the inspector to himself, yet aloud.
"Monsieur?"
"What—how about this morning's murder?"
"Le Cochon's dreadful knife! Oh! I would love to see him strapped to the plank and his head in the basket! Yes, ten thousand curses on——"
"Là! là! là! Mon Dieu! will you never get on? Who was le Cochon's victim this time?"