“Nothing; only Savin Barrau is a man who attends strictly to his own business.”
“And how does that concern me?”
“Ah, so you do not understand? Well, then, come into my shop and I will explain. Now then,” he continues as they seat themselves inside the little shop, “only four days ago Savin was shot at by some poacher on his mistress’ preserves.”
“So I heard. Well?”
“The bullet missed that time, but who knows whether he will escape the next?”
“That does not concern me.”
“But don’t you see, you simpleton, that if Savin is killed, the world will say you, egged on by Catherine, committed the deed?”
“What? You mean——”
“If such a thing should occur, there are two of you to prove an alibi.”
“Two? How so?”