“Pardieu, Monsieur!” said I, somewhat stung at the espionage on my movements; “you seem to know everything so well already, it is quite needless to interrogate me any further.”
“Perhaps not,” replied he, coolly. “I wish to have the names of the party you supped with.”
“Well, there was one who was called the préfet, a large, full, elderly man.”
“Yes, yes, I know him,” interrupted Gisquet again. “And the others?”
“There was an abbé, and a secretary of the Russian mission.”
“No other?” said he, in a tone of disappointment.
“No one, save De Beauvais and myself; we were but five in all.”
“Did no one come in daring the evening?
“No, not any.”
“Nor did any leave the party?”