“And would you have worked quite so enthusiastically for me,” queried the false one archly, “if I had told you everything?”
I groaned. Perhaps she was right. I don’t know.
I took the thousand francs and never saw M. and Mme. Cazalès again.
But I met Ma’ame Dupont by accident soon after. She has left Mr. Farewell’s service.
She still weighs one hundred kilos.
I often call on her of an evening.
Ah, well!