“Not? Why not?”
“Ah! that is his secret.”
“But what can he have to do now?”
“You must ask him, not me. All I can tell you is that he considers his work here not yet finished; in fact, from words I heard him let fall to your father this morning, little more than just begun.”
“How very strange! What can it mean?”
“Let us hazard a conjecture that he is not wholly satisfied with the evidence against my Louis. It would be a happy thought for me.”
“O, yes, wouldn’t it! But—I wonder.”
“What do you wonder?”
“If the question of that other figure on the hill is puzzling him too.”
Le Sage laughed. “Well, we are permitted to wonder,” he said, and, humming a little tune, changed the subject to one of topography, and the situation of various places of interest in the neighbourhood.