"I do not say so, but he took flight in a suspicious manner."
"Have you any clue to his hiding place?"
"I met him at the fountain at the corner of Plastrière Street, where I suppose he is living, and I believe I could lay my hand on the very house."
"All right, I will send a sure agent, who will take him out of it!"
"The fact is, this is a special affair, and I should like you to manage it without a third party."
"Oh, in that case, let me pick out a becoming wig and I am with you."
"I have a carriage below."
"Thank you, I prefer my own; it gets a new coat of paint every month, so as not to betray me."
He had tried on his twentieth peruke when the carriage was waiting at the door.
"There it is, the dirty house," said Jean, pointing in the direction of a dwelling in Plastrière street.