"You say he went into Pascal's part of the house?"
"I am sure of it."
"You saw him?"
"As plain as I see you."
"Which way did he go when he left it?"
"Toward Machecoul."
"The same way by which the soldiers came soon after, wasn't it?"
"Exactly; it wasn't half an hour after he left before they came."
"Good!" ejaculated Jean Oullier. Shaking his clenched fist in the direction of La Logerie, he muttered to himself, "Ah, Courtin! Courtin! you are tempting God. My dog killed yesterday, this treachery to-day,--you try my patience too far!"