"You remained the night at the Hôtel de Paris, and saw him again at nine o'clock next morning."
"True. I hoped to strike a bargain with him in the morning, but we could not come to terms."
"Regarding the forged English notes you were prepared to sell, eh?" snapped Bézard, with a look of disbelief.
"I had nothing to sell!" protested Le Pontois, drawing himself up. "Those who have spied upon me have told untruths."
"But the individual, Laloux, was watched. One of our agents followed him to Brussels, where he went next day to the English bank in the Montagne de la Cour."
"Not with forged notes from me. My dealings with him were in every way honest business transactions."
"You mean that you received money from him, eh?"
"I do not deny that. I sold him a horse on the first occasion. He paid me seven hundred francs for it, and I afterwards purchased one from him."
"So you do not deny that you received money from that man?"
"Why should I? I sold him a horse, and he paid me for it."