"Supposing he comes—what then?"
"Why, when he comes, I shall be there—visible. And you will be there invisible—unless cause arises for you also to become visible. But the details can be settled later. Come, will you write the letter?"
Paul de Roustache thought a moment, nodded, rose, and was about to follow Guillaume into the inn. But he stopped again and laid a hand on his new friend's shoulder.
"If your innkeeper is so intelligent and so faithful—"
"The first comes from heaven," shrugged Guillaume. "The second is, all the world over, a matter of money, my friend."
"Of course. Well then, he might take another note."
"To the other Count?"
"Why, no."
"Not yet, eh?"
Paul forced a rather wry smile. "You have experience, Monsieur Guillaume," he confessed.