CHAPTER 25"You are a beast, a nasty horrid beast, and I hate you!"
Inspector Stoddart smiled, his eyes watching the French girl's angry face.
"You have discovered that I can see just a little bit further than the tip of my ugly long nose, mademoiselle."
Mademoiselle Celeste became suddenly quiet, her face lost a little of its angry red.
"I do not know vot you mean," she said sullenly.
The inspector smiled again. "Come, come, mademoiselle, why should you put yourself out over such a simple matter? You were good enough to write me a little letter, and I have come in person to thank you. That is all."
"Dat is all! I write a letter to you—to a policeman. Bah!" Celeste snapped her fingers. "I dare you to say zat again! I dare you—" Her excitement almost choked her.
The inspector put out
