"But was he in for life?" said Müller, eagerly.
"Travaux forcés à perpétuité," replied Guichet, touching his own shoulder significantly with the thumb of his right hand.
Müller sprang to his feet.
"Enough," he said. "That is all I wanted to know. Guichet, mon cher, I am your debtor for life. We will talk about the sittings when you have more time to dispose of. Adieu."
"But, M'sieur Müller, you won't get me into trouble!" exclaimed the model, eagerly. "You won't make any use of my words?"
"Why, supposing I went direct to the Préfecture, what trouble could I possibly get you into, mon ami?" replied Müller.
The model looked down in silence.
"You are a brave man. You do not fear the vengeance of Bras de Fer, or his friends?"
"No, M'sieur---it's not that."
"What is it, then?"