"Quick! After them! Follow her wherever she goes. Take this,"--he
thrust a paper into his subordinate's hand. "It is a warrant for
her arrest. Seize her wherever you find her, and bring her to the
Quai l'Horloge," the euphemistic title of the headquarters of the
French police.

The pursuit was started at once, and then the Chief turned upon
Sir Charles. "Now it is between us," he said, fiercely. "You must
account to me for what you have done."

"Must I?" answered the General, mockingly and with a little laugh.
"It is perfectly easy. Madame was in a hurry, so I helped her to
get away. That was all."

"You have traversed and opposed the action of the law. You have
impeded me, the Chief of the Detective Service, in the execution
of my duty. It is not the first time, but now you must answer for
it."

"Dear me!" said the General in the same flippant, irritating tone.

"You will have to accompany me now to the Prefecture."

"And if it does not suit me to go?"

"I will have you carried there, bound, tied hand and foot, by the
police, like any common rapscallion taken in the act who resists
the authority of an officer."