‘To arrest M. de Cocheforet?’
‘To arrest M. de Cocheforet.’
‘Well—you surprise me,’ he said.
Only that; but he spoke so drily that I felt the blood rush to my face.
‘Take care, Monsieur,’ I said severely. ‘Do not presume too far on the inconvenience to which your death might put me.’
He shrugged his shoulders.
‘No offence,’ he said. ‘But you do not seem, M. de Berault, to comprehend the difficulty. If we do not settle things now, we shall be bickering twenty times a day.’
‘Well, what do you want?’ I asked impatiently.
‘Simply to know how you are going to proceed. So that our plans may not clash.’
‘But surely, M. le Capitaine, that is my affair,’ I said.