The boy did as she wished. She examined him for two or three seconds, no longer, and suddenly, giving a start of terror, ejaculated:
"Then it's you? It's you, the murderer?"
Oh, horror! She was once more looking on the face of the monster who had killed her father and Honorine before her eyes!
"So you know me?" he chuckled.
Véronique realised her mistake from the boy's very tone. This was not François but the other, the one who had played his devilish part in the clothes which François usually wore.
He gave another chuckle:
"Ah, you're beginning to see things as they are, ma'am! You know me now, don't you?"
The hateful face contracted, became wicked and cruel, animated by the vilest expression.
"Vorski! Vorski!" stammered Véronique. "It's Vorski I recognise in you."
He burst out laughing: