“What! did you not follow him?”
“I stayed on the spot in case of his return; but one of our friends kept watch on him, and this friend gave me a report of my dandy’s movements. First he went to a broker’s, then to the bank and discount office: so he must be collecting his money to take a little trip.”
“Is that all he did?”
“That is all, patron. But I must tell you how the rascals tried to shut up, ‘administratively,’ you understand, Mlle. Palmyre. Fortunately you had anticipated something of the kind, and given orders to watch over her safety. But for you, she would now be in prison.”
Joseph looked up to the ceiling by way of trying to remember something more. Finding nothing there, he said:
“That is all. I rather think M. Patrigent will rub his hands with delight when I carry him my report. He did not expect to see me any more, and has no idea of the facts I have collected to swell the size of his FILE 113.”
There was a long silence. Joseph was right in supposing that the crisis had come. M. Verduret was arranging his plan of battle while waiting for the report of Nina—now Palmyre, upon which depended his point of attack.
But Joseph Dubois began to grow restless and uneasy.
“What must I do now, patron?” he asked.
“Return to the hotel; probably your master had noticed your absence; but he will say nothing about it, so continue—”