"We shall see," he rejoined. "You have a nerve, I know, but keep on eating while I talk—if you can!"
I nodded.
"Jussieu was released last evening by a friend of yours, a little man named Du Gazet, who induced the manager of your hotel to break into your room."
"Well?" I gasped.
Sir Charles laughed. "Jussieu is here," he said. "He arrived two hours ago, and we know now that you have no connection with the police. We were fools indeed to allow you to frighten us away from the Rue D'Enghien. But then everything always happens for the best. We could hardly have disposed of you properly in the city, unless we prosecuted you for burglary, and such a course would not have suited me."
"Do you intend to kill me?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"After breakfast."
"In broad daylight?" I asked, much astonished.