"Arrest me?—me, Grégoire! Have you an order to arrest me?" He was not quite at ease.
"No, no, citizen. It is clearly a mistake. We were to arrest a ci-devant."
Quatre Pattes stood up, pallid.
"Take this woman!" cried Grégoire. "I will send an order. The Châtelet, and quick!"
"The little trap did work," cried François, behind his screen. "How she squeals—like a pig, a pig! She will give up the money. The citizens and she disappear within."
"'THE LITTLE TRAP DID WORK,' CRIED FRANÇOIS, BEHIND HIS SCREEN."
"This woman stole it!" roared the great man, as they came out. "Take her away."
When they came to lay final hands on her, she was like a cat in a corner.
"Chien de mon âme! 't is a fine scrimmage," cried François, "and the street full."