"With some detectives. He went to meet them."
He clenched his fists and growled:
"You little beast, you denounced me."
"I denounced you."
Not for a second did d'Estreicher think she might be lying. He held the metal disc in his hand; and it would have been easy enough to force it open with his knife. To what end? The disc was empty. He was sure of it. Of a sudden he grasped the full force of the comedy she had played on the pool; it explained to him the odd uneasiness and disquiet he had felt while he was watching that series of actions the connection of which seemed to him strange.
However he had come. He had plunged blindly, with his head down, into the trap she had audaciously laid for him before his very eyes. Of what miraculous power was she mistress? And how was he going to slip through the meshes of the net which was being drawn tighter and tighter round him?
"Let's be getting away," he said, eager to get out of danger.
But he was suffering from a lassitude of will, and instead of picking up his victim, he questioned her.
"The disc is empty. But you know where the medal is?" he questioned.
"Of course I know," said Dorothy, who only thought of gaining time and whose furtive eyes were scanning the top of the wall.