"'What is his name?'
"'That is none of your business,' I answered, impatiently.
"'Is it to me that you are talking like that?' hallooed the commissaire.
"'Of course.'
"The commissaire's face became purple.
"'But, my boy! you will have to alter your tune; that strain of yours does not suit me. And—I fancy that I recollect your features.'
"'Oh, bosh!'
"'Yes—I do have a recollection—'
"There was a moment of silence. Then:
"'Have you ever been committed for trial, Bréloc?'