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"
Why
should
I
know
better
than
you
where
the
twenty
-
thousand
francs
went
to
?
Why
?
Answer
me
!
"
"
Because
they
went
into
your
pocket
!
"
gasped
the
old
woman
,
looking
at
him
as
if
he
were
the
devil
incarnate
.
Richard
would
have
rushed
upon
Mme
.
Giry
,
if
Moncharmin
had
not
stayed
his
avenging
hand
and
hastened
to
ask
her
,
more
gently
:
"
How
can
you
suspect
my
partner
,
M
.
Richard
,
of
putting
twenty
-
thousand
francs
in
his
pocket
?
"
"
I
never
said
that
,
"
declared
Mme
.
Giry
,
"
seeing
that
it
was
myself
who
put
the
twenty
-
thousand
francs
into
M
.
Richard
’
s
pocket
.
"
And
she
added
,
under
her
voice
,
"
There
!
It
’
s
out
!
.
.
.
And
may
the
ghost
forgive
me
!
"
Richard
began
bellowing
anew
,
but
Moncharmin
authoritatively
ordered
him
to
be
silent
.
"
Allow
me
!
Allow
me
!
Let
the
woman
explain
herself
.
Let
me
question
her
.
"
And
he
added
:
"
It
is
really
astonishing
that
you
should
take
up
such
a
tone
!
.
.
.
We
are
on
the
verge
of
clearing
up
the
whole
mystery
.
And
you
’
re
in
a
rage
!
.
.
.
You
’
re
wrong
to
behave
like
that
.
.
.
I
’
m
enjoying
myself
immensely
.
"
Mme
.
Giry
,
like
the
martyr
that
she
was
,
raised
her
head
,
her
face
beaming
with
faith
in
her
own
innocence
.
"
You
tell
me
there
were
twenty
-
thousand
francs
in
the
envelope
which
I
put
into
M
.
Richard
’
s
pocket
;
but
I
tell
you
again
that
I
knew
nothing
about
it
.
.
.
Nor
M
.
Richard
either
,
for
that
matter
!
"
