"Right! Now off with you."
"I'm gone."
And away he went.
"What a strange fellow that Markby is," thought Pierre Lenoir, looking after him. "What an odd laugh he has."
Alas! Pierre Lenoir had good reason to bear that laugh in mind.
But we must not anticipate.
As soon as Markby was fairly out of sight, he beckoned over to a young man in white blouse and a cap, who had walked along on the opposite side of the way, keeping Markby in view all the while without appearing to notice him.
The fellow in the blouse ran across at once.
"Well, how's it going?"