“Am I a burgher?” and with this last growl he went away, while Pascal, with a laugh, hurried to Babillon’s, and reported how matters had gone, and that there was nothing to do but to wait.
When a chance offered he spoke to Lucette alone.
“I have said nothing yet, but I am not quite easy about that officer, Lucette. He was very curious about—Madame Burgher; do you think he can have recognized you? Does he know you well?”
“Is it M. Burgher questioning now?” she asked, with a glance.
“No. We’ve dropped that; and we’re waiting to see what next. Just now it’s some one a good deal in earnest.”
“Yes, he used to know me very well.”
“Is he another of them?” He could not resist the jest, and she laughed back with a toss of the head.
“I don’t of course understand that. I won’t, I mean.”
“Do you think he can have sent any one after you to make sure you were Madame Burgher?”
“Do you think so?” She was serious now. “I don’t know.”