“No. Ansell lives here with his wife.”
“His wife! Where is she?”
“I don’t know. She was here at dinner-time, but now she’s gone. She’s left him.”
“Why?”
“Because of his brutality.” And Adolphe described the scene of the previous night.
“We must find her,” said the commissary, decisively. “Perhaps she knows something. Ansell and you are the last two members of the Bonnemain gang. Am I not correct?”
“Quite, m’sieur.”
“I thought I was,” and the commissary smiled. “Well,” he added, “your friend robbed you and threw you right into our hands. No wonder you are ready to give him away.”
The commissary well knew the ways of criminals, and was also aware with what murderous hatred a man was regarded who robbed his accomplice.