Crochard looked at him with smiling eyes.
"I believe you, my friend," he said. "Some day I may have to ask it—but not yet. Did you see the man who just left me?"
"It was M. Lépine," said Samson, quietly.
"Did he see you?"
"No; but if he had, it would make no difference. He would not know me now."
"Perhaps not," Crochard agreed, and glanced at the other's wasted face. "And yet he has sharp eyes and a wonderful memory."
"I will keep out of his way," said Samson.
"At worst, it is only a question of another rescue; but avoid him, if you can. You have a good station here, the business pays; you can lead a quiet life—and, from time to time, be of use to me."
"The last is the most important," said Samson, and filled his glass again.
"Have you learned anything more of the white-haired man?"