Firstly, I would ask that your stupid secret police keeps its fingers out; secondly, that leniency be assured to one person, a client of mine--the woman who supplies the money--who is under the influence--well, that influence which makes women do nobler and more foolish things, monsieur, than men are capable of." He rose as he spoke, collected his hat and stick, and walked slowly to the door.

With his hand on the handle, he paused.
"You can think about it," he said, "and let me know at your leisure.

By the way, there is one more point, Monsieur le Ministre.

I would ask you to let this matter remain a secret, known only to our two selves and--the Prince President." And John Turner went out, without so much as a glance toward the window..