“The relay?”
“Yes, the relay.”
“No, monsieur, I have not.”
“You must tell me all that you know, at once,” cried the impatient courier.
“I have told you about the relay, but you did not ask me till just now.”
The same woman’s voice was again heard, crying out afresh. “Make him go, husband,” she said; “he is only making a fool of you—he is doing it for a wager.”
“You hear, sir,” said the man; “my wife says you are doing it for a wager.”
“Nothing of the kind, I assure you, monsieur. Thank you for your information; you can now shut your door, and reseek your wife.”
The tradesman slammed his door in a rage.
“Shall I wait here?” soliloquised the unknown.