“To say the very least,” I agreed.
“Monsieur the professor is a man of secrets, it appears,” continued Amedee. “When he wrote to Madame Brossard engaging his rooms, he instructed her to be careful that none of us should mention even his name; and to-day when he came, he spoke of his anxiety on that point.”
“But you did mention it.”
“To whom, monsieur?” asked the old fellow blankly.
“To me.”
“But I told him I had not,” said Amedee placidly. “It is the same thing.”
“I wonder,” I began, struck by a sudden thought, “if it will prove quite the same thing in my own case. I suppose you have not mentioned the circumstance of my being here to your friend, Jean Ferret of Quesnay?”
He looked at me reproachfully. “Has monsieur been troubled by the people of the chateau?”
“‘Troubled’ by them?”
“Have they come to seek out monsieur and disturb him? Have they done anything whatever to show that they have heard monsieur is here?”