"A hundred and twenty-five thousand francs!" And she nodded her head with heavy importance.
"Then where's the money?" he suddenly demanded. Jacqueline stared at him in mild surprise.
"Wha'd'you mean?"
"Did your husband give the money back to you?" His voice had changed from a bantering tone to excited harshness.
"No, of course not!" she replied roughly.
Laroque sprang up, pretended anger in his face.
"I can't believe you were such a fool as that! Do you mean to tell me that when your husband turned you out you didn't ask him for the money?"
"The money's not mine!" she mumbled, her eyes wandering.
"Whose is it, then?"
"My son's!" The words were barely audible.