"He was set at liberty about—about two o'clock this morning."
Tignol stared stupidly, scarcely taking in the words. "But—but he's guilty."
"I know."
"You have all this evidence against him?"
"Yes."
"Then—then how is he at liberty?" stammered the other.
Coquenil reached for a match, struck it deliberately and lighted a cigarette.
"By order of the Prime Minister," he said quietly, and blew out a long white fragrant cloud.
"You mean—without trial?"
"Yes—without trial. He's a very important person, Papa Tignol."