"But how?"
"With stronger evidence of your own. You haven't it, or any prospect of getting it that I can see. So there's only one course open."
"And that, Monsieur?" asked de Vautrin eagerly.
"To break down Quinlevin's. I'm no lawyer, but that's only common sense. Nora Burke is a liar bribed with five thousand pounds. And there never was a lie that didn't have its weak points. You've got to make her speak the truth——"
"How?"
"I don't know. But I wouldn't mind trying. Then you've got to get that birth certificate——"
"I don't see how you expect to do that."
"Neither do I—Quinlevin is no fool, but then he's not super-natural either."
The Duc was silent, appalled by the undertaking which had presented itself. And the calm way in which his visitor discussed his projects filled him with wonder.
"Justice, Monsieur de Vautrin, is on your side. Will you fight for it?"