“Your companion has them all. Karasch is his name, isn’t it?”
I had forgotten all about Karasch in my anxiety.
“Where is he and the horses?”
“They have been fed in my stables. There’s a bill to pay,” he added, as though that was the most important feature in the whole case. I suppose it was to him. I gave him a gold piece and told him to keep the change, and so made a friend.
“Can you lead me to the priest’s house?”
“Of course I can, at need. But I was told you were going to remain here a couple of hours. It is nothing to me.”
“See if Petrov is coming,” I said next. His words had recalled Mademoiselle’s letter; and I was still anxious to do what she had asked.
He went out and after a minute or two, returned.
“He is coming down the hill now,” he announced.
“You can go then.”