"Yes, she's all right. The commissary says he will look after her as if she were his own daughter until he hears from you."
"Good! And—you showed her the ring?"
The old man nodded. "She understands, she will be careful, but—there's nothing for her to worry about now—is there?"
Coquenil's face darkened. "You'd better let me have the ring before I forget it."
"Thanks!" He slipped the old talisman on his finger, and then, after a troubled pause, he said: "There is more for her to worry about than ever."
"More? You mean on account of Groener?"
"Yes."
"But he's caught, he's in prison."
The detective shook his head. "He's not in prison."
"Not in prison?"