"He spoke to me and—he said he wanted a lady. I asked him what kind of a lady he wanted, and he said he wanted a real lady, not a fake. I told him I had a very pretty widow and he looked at her, but she wasn't chic enough. Then I told him I had something special, a young married woman, a beauty, whose husband has plenty of money only——"
"Never mind that," cut in the judge. "What then?"
"He looked her over and said she would do. He offered her five hundred francs if she would leave the house with him and drive away in a carriage. It seemed queer but we see lots of queer things, and five hundred francs is a nice sum. He paid it in advance, so I told her to go ahead and—she did."
"Do you think he knew the woman?"
"I'm sure he did not."
"He simply paid her five hundred francs to go out of the house with him?"
"Exactly."
"That will do. You may go."
With a sigh of relief and a swish of her perfumed skirts, Madam Cecile left the room.
"What do you say to that, Groener?" questioned the judge.