As the chief stared at the journalist, looking more and more astonished, Fandor added:
"And I do not refer to Dollon! I am referring to Juve, to my dear friend Juve, the king of detectives!"
XXIV
AT SAINT LAZARE
"Hop along there! See if you can't hurry up a bit!"
The warder opened the door of Elizabeth's Dollon's cell and pushed in an old woman—a horrid looking creature.
"In with you!" commanded the warder in a harsh tone. "You are to stay here till to-morrow. We will find another place for you when we get instructions...."
Poor Elizabeth Dollon stared miserably at this strange companion which Fate, in the person of a warder, had thrust on her.
The old woman stared with no little curiosity at the pale, sad girl.... Silence fell for a few minutes, then the new prisoner asked, in a tone of rough familiarity: