"I could not come across any Danish ship willing to take the risks," said Chauvelin dryly.
"Well! And what about this Dutch ship then?"
"She is called the Hollandia and is habitually engaged in the sugar trade: but her master does a lot of contraband—more that than fair trading, I imagine: anyway, he is willing for the sum you originally named to take every risk and incidentally to hold his tongue about the whole business."
"For two thousand francs?"
"Yes."
"And he will run the Hollandia into Le Croisic?"
"When you command."
"And there is suitable accommodation on board her for a lady and her woman?"
"I don't know what you call suitable," said Chauvelin with a sarcastic tone, which the other failed or was unwilling to note, "and I don't know what you call a lady. The accommodation available on board the Hollandia will be sufficient for two men and two women."
"And her master's name?" queried Martin-Roget.