"I do. She is a lady of my acquaintance."
"A lady whom you met at Madam Cecile's?"
"Why not?"
"You met her there by appointment?"
"Ye-es."
The judge snorted incredulously. "You don't even know her name?"
"You think not?"
"Well, what is it?"
"Why should I tell you? Is she charged with murder?" was the sneering answer.
"Groener," said Hauteville sternly, "you say this woman is a person of your acquaintance. We'll see." He touched the bell, and as the door opened, "Madam Cecile," he said.