“Name his accomplices.”
“And suppose he had no proofs of their complicity to offer? He was the cashier of the Mutual Credit; and it is from his cash that the millions are gone.”
Mlle. Gilberte’s conjectures had run far ahead of that sentence. Looking straight at Marius,
“Then,” she said, “you believe, as M. Chapelain does, that M. de Thaller—”
“Ah! M. Chapelain thinks—”
“That the manager of the Mutual Credit must have known the fact of the frauds.”
“And that he had his share of them?”
“A larger share than his cashier, yes.”
A singular smile curled M. de Tregars’ lips. “Quite possible,” he replied: “that’s quite possible.”
For the past few moments Mlle. Gilberte’s embarrassment was quite evident in her look. At last, overcoming her hesitation,