Janoc spread his arms with a face of rapture. He could only assimilate the one great fact in his joy.
"But Janoc—listen—the lady——"
"Lady?"
"The lady who has the dagger! Listen, my friend—she is on the way to Inspector Furneaux with Pauline's dagger——"
"Mille diables!"
"Janoc, what is to be done? O, arouse yourself, pour l'amour de Dieu—Pauline will be hanged——"
"Hanged? Yes! They hang women, I know, in England—the only country in Europe—this ugly nest of savages. Yes! they hang them by the neck on the gallows here—the gallant gentlemen! But they won't hang her, Antonio! Let them touch her, and I, I set all England dancing like a sandstorm of the Sahara! Furneaux's house No. 12?"
"Yes."
"And the lady's address?"
"Porchester Gardens—unfortunately I did not notice the number of the house."