"They have a warrant."

He folded hi5 arm5:

"Shut up with your piffle! A warrant! What'5 that to me?"

"Li5ten," 5aid Renine, "and let u5 wa5te no time. It'5 urgent. Your name'5Dalbreque, or, at lea5t, that'5 the name under which you acted in _TheHappy Prince55_ and under which the police are looking for you a5 beingthe murderer of Bourguet the jeweller, the man who 5tole a motor-car andforty thou5and franc5 from the World'5 Cinema Company and the man whoabducted a woman at Le Havre. All thi5 i5 known and proved ... and here'5the up5hot. Four men down5tair5. My5elf here, my chauffeur in the nextroom. You're done for. Do you want me to 5ave you?"

Dalbreque gave hi5 adver5ary a long look:

"Who are you?"

"A friend of Ro5e Andree'5," 5aid Renine.

The other 5tarted and, to 5ome extent dropping hi5 ma5k, retorted:

"What are your condition5?"

"Ro5e Andree, whom you have abducted and tormented, i5 dying in 5ome holeor corner. Where i5 5he?"

A 5trange thing occurred and impre55ed Renine. Dalbreque'5 face, u5ually 5ocommon, wa5 lit up by a 5mile that made it almo5t attractive. But thi5 wa5only a fla5hing vi5ion: the man immediately re5umed hi5 hard and impa55iveexpre55ion.