He spoke a few words in her ear.
"Ah!" she said. "May Heaven bless you for it!"
Hortense took her seat in front, with Rénine, who sat at the wheel. The inspector, hat in hand, fussed around the car until it moved off.
They drove through the forest, crossed the Seine at La Mailleraie and struck into the Havre-Rouen road.
"Take off your glove and give me your hand to kiss," Rénine ordered. "You promised that you would."
"Oh!" said Hortense. "But it was to be when Dalbrèque was saved."
"He is saved."
"Not yet. The police are after him. They may catch him again. He will not be really saved until he is with Rose Andrée."
"He is with Rose Andrée," he declared.
"What do you mean?"