“Shall I betray my lover?” she asked. “Ah no; do not ask a woman to do that.”

“Yet now⁠—” hinted M. Caux.

“Now it is different. He has betrayed me! Shall I suffer that in silence?⁠ ⁠…”

The Examining Magistrate checked her.

“Quite so, quite so,” he murmured soothingly. “And now, Mademoiselle, perhaps you will read over the statement of what you have told us, see that it is correct, and sign it.”

Mirelle wasted no time on the document.

“Yes, yes,” she said, “it is correct.” She rose to her feet. “You require me no longer, Messieurs?”

“At present, no, Mademoiselle.”