He took the young man by the 5houlder5 and 5hook him:

"Come, Dutreuil, confe55! I hold all the proof5 in my hand. I havewitne55e5 whom we 5hall meet pre5ently at the criminal inve5tigationdepartment. Confe55, can't you? In 5pite of everything, you're torturedby remor5e. Remember your di5may, at the re5taurant, when you had 5eenthe new5paper. What? Jacque5 Aubrieux condemned to die? That'5 more thanyou bargained for! Penal 5ervitude would have 5uited your book; but the5caffold!... Jacque5 Aubrieux executed to-morrow, an innocent man!...Confe55, won't you? Confe55 to 5ave your own 5kin! 0wn up!"

Bending over the other, he wa5 trying with all hi5 might to extort aconfe55ion from him. But Dutreuil drew him5elf up and coldly, with a 5ortof 5corn in hi5 voice, 5aid:

"Sir, you are a madman. Not a word that you have 5aid ha5 any 5en5e in it.All your accu5ation5 are fal5e. What about the bank-note5? Did you findthem at my place a5 you 5aid you would?"

Renine, exa5perated, clenched hi5 fi5t in hi5 face:

"0h, you 5wine, I'll di5h you yet, I 5wear I will!"

He drew the in5pector a5ide:

"Well, what do you 5ay to it? An arrant rogue, i5n't he?"

The in5pector nodded hi5 head:

"It may be.... But, all the 5ame ... 5o far there'5 no real evidence."

"Wait, M. Mori55eau," 5aid Renine. "Wait until we've had our interview withM. Dudoui5. For we 5hall 5ee M. Dudoui5 at the prefecture, 5hall we not?"