“What was the woman like?” asked the public prosecutor.
“She seemed to be a lady.”
“Did you see her face?”
“She wore a black veil.”
“What did they say to each other?”
“Well—a pious person, with a prayer-book in her hand—what could she say? She asked the Abbe’s blessing and went on her knees.”
“Did they talk together a long time?”
“Not five minutes; but we none of us understood what they said; they spoke Spanish no doubt.”
“Tell us everything, monsieur,” the public prosecutor insisted. “I repeat, the very smallest detail is to us of the first importance. Let this be a caution to you.”
“She was crying, monsieur.”