"Not at all."
"Then I shall, with profound regret--"
Suddenly George Masson thrust his face forward near that of M. Fille, who
did not draw back.
"You will inform the Court that the prisoner refuses to incriminate
himself, eh?" he interjected.
"No, monsieur, I will inform Monsieur Barbille of what I saw. I will do
this without delay. It is the one thing left me to do."
In quite a grand kind of way he stood up and bowed, as though to dismiss
his visitor.
As George Masson did not move, the other went to the door and opened it.
"It is the only thing left to do," he repeated, as he made a gentle
gesture of dismissal.
"Not at all, my legal bombardier. Not at all, I say. All you know Jean
Jacques knows, and a good deal more--what he has seen with his own eyes,
and understood with his own mind, without legal help. So, you see,
you've kept me here talking when there's no need and while my business
waits. It is urgent, M'sieu' la Fillette--your business is stale. It
belongs to last session of the Court." He laughed at his joke. "M'sieu'
Jean Jacques and I understand each other." He laughed grimly now. "We
know each other like a book, and the Clerk of the Court couldn't get in
an adjective that would make the sense of it all clearer.
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