"Is this official?"
"Quite, so far as Luciennes is
concerned."
"Is not that ample—does not the Sun rise in that quarter?"
"It goes down there very often, eh?" and the pair laughed. "But, the compliments apart, I have a service to ask of you."
"Two, if you like."
"Tell me if anything lost in Paris can be found?"
"Yes, whether worthless or very valuable."
"My object of search is not worth much," responded Jean, shaking his head. "Only a young fellow of eighteen, named Gilbert, who was in the service of the Taverneys in Lorraine, but was picked up on the road by my sister Chon. She took him to Luciennes, where he abused the hospitality."
"Stole something?"