"Oh, of course, please go ahead," Fouche said, stepping aside to let the officer through.
After all, he was merely a low-ranking policeman. The fact that he could guard Necker here all depended on the permission issued by Count Robel of the Secret Police.
The tall officer nodded and smiled at him and then approached the prisoner to take a careful look at this man with messy hair and a shaggy beard to confirm he was indeed Necker before pretending to search him.
"We've already searched him, you can rest assured. No dangerous items or valuables," Fouche assured him from the side.
The officer moved to Necker's side as if he was checking his trouser pockets but leaned in close to his ear and whispered rapidly, "As long as you say nothing, you will be rescued within three days and then taken to England."
Necker was startled and turned his head to look at the officer, who had already put on his gloves and was walking toward the door: "No problems here, I'll leave the rest to you."