When the first accusations against the Deputies were made, I warned him. I told him that the matter would not stop there, but he was over confident. Moreover, I warned him against Darres.’
‘Who’s Darres?’
‘Oh, he was the secretaire de la redaction and a sort of partner. But I never liked him. I gave him one look…. I told M. Delacour not to trust him. … And he knew that I suspected him. He admired me, I could see that, but he wasn’t my kind of man: a tall, bullet—headed fellow, shoulders thrown well back, the type of the sous officier, le beau soudard, smelling of the cafe and a cigarette. A plain sensualist. I can tell them at once, and when he saw that I was not that kind of person, he went and made love to Madame Delacour. She was only too glad to listen to him.’
‘Is Madame Delacour g
