He nodded.
“There is a train for Havre at two-fifteen,” he said.
He saw her into her car—another indiscretion since it brought him out of the shadow which the awning afforded, and gave the observer on the other side of the road an unmistakable view.
Brigot was waiting for her—a heavy-eyed, weary-looking man, whose hand shook whenever it rose to stroke his short, pointed beard.
His lawyer watched him curiously as he stepped forward to meet the girl with hands outstretched. It was not the first time that he had seen his client overwhelmed by a pretty face.
“Everything is ready, Nanette,” said the eager M. Brigot. (“Nanette” was the newfound name which Sadie O’Grady employed for this adventure.) “See here, I have all the documents ready!”
“And I have the money,” smiled the girl as she put the package down on the table.
“The money!” Señor Brigot waved such sordid matters out of existence with a magnificent flourish. “What is money?”
“Count it,” said the girl.
“I will do no such thing,” said the other extravagantly. “As a caballero, it hurts me to discuss money in connection——”