The baron thought a moment. "I think I'd better make a clean job of it."
"You mean both?"
"Yes."
They seemed to understand by half words, by words not spoken, by little signs, as brokers in a great stock-exchange battle dispose of fortunes with a nod or a lift of the eyebrows.
"But—she doesn't know anything about you or against you," added M. Paul, and he seemed to be almost pleading.
"She has caused me a lot of trouble and, she might know."
"You mean, her memory?"
"Yes, it might come back."
"Of course," agreed the other with judicial fairness. "I asked Duprat about it and he said it might."
"Ah, you see!"