"Come, comrade, what you are telling us is absurd. Do you think the judge has any secret grudge against you? No, eh? Do you suppose I am interested to have you guillotined? Not at all. A crime has been committed, and we are trying to find the assassin. If you are innocent, help us to find the man who isn't: What were you doing from Wednesday evening till Thursday morning?" But Guespin persisted in his ferocious and stupid obstinacy. "I've said what I have to say," said he. M. Lecoq changed his tone to one of severity, stepping back to watch the effect he was about to produce upon Guespin. "You haven't any right to hold your tongue. And even if you do, you fool, the police know everything. Your master sent you on an errand, didn't he, on Wednesday night; what did he give you? A one-thousand-franc note?" The prisoner looked at M. Lecoq in speechless amazement. "No," he stammered. "It was a five-hundred-franc note." The detective, like all great artists in a critical scene, was really moved. His surprising genius for investigation had just inspired him with a bold stroke, which, if it succeeded, would assure him the victory. "Now," said he, "tell me the woman's name." "I don't know." "You are only a fool then. She is short, isn't she, quite pretty, brown and pale, with very large eyes?" "You know her, then?" said Guespin, in a voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, comrade, and if you want to know her name, to put in your prayers, she is called--Jenny." Men who are really able in some specialty, whatever it may be, never uselessly abuse their superiority; their satisfaction at seeing it recognized is sufficient reward. M. Lecoq softly enjoyed his triumph, while his hearers wondered at his perspicacity. A rapid chain of reasoning had shown him not only Tremorel's thoughts, but also the means he had employed to accomplish his purpose. Guespin's astonishment soon changed to anger. He asked himself how this man could have been informed of things which he had every reason to believe were secret. Lecoq continued: "Since I have told you the woman's name, tell me now, how and why the count gave you a five-hundred-franc note." "It was just as I was going out. The count had no change, and did not want to send me to Orcival for it. I was to bring back the rest." "And why didn't you rejoin your companions at the wedding in the Batignolles?" No answer. "What was the errand which you were to do for the count?" Guespin hesitated. His eyes wandered from one to another of those present, and he seemed to discover an ironical expression on all the faces. It occurred to him that they were making sport of him, and had set a snare into which he had fallen. A great despair took possession of him. "Ah," cried he, addressing M. Lecoq, "you have deceived me. You have been lying so as to find out the truth. I have been such a fool as to answer you, and you are going to turn it all against me." "What? Are you going to talk nonsense again?"