“Who knows?”
“Had he any money?”
“Everybody thinks that he carries off millions. I do not believe it. He even refused to take the few thousand francs which M. de Thaller had brought him to facilitate his flight.”
Mlle. Lucienne shuddered.
“Did you see M. de Thaller?” she asked.
“He got to the house a few moments in advance of the commissary of police; and a terrible scene took place between him and my father.”
“What was he saying?”
“That my father had ruined him.”
“And your father?”
“He stammered incoherent phrases. He was like a man who has received a stunning blow. But we have discovered incredible things. My father, so austere and so parsimonious at home, led a merry life elsewhere, spending money without stint. It was for a woman that he robbed.”