And, without noticing the surprise of Maxence and of the young girl, he rang the bell, and asked whether his secretary had returned. The secretary answered by appearing in person.
“Well?” inquired the commissary.
“I have attended to the matter, sir,” he replied. “I saw the reporter who wrote the article in question; and, after beating about the bush for some time, he finally confessed that he knew nothing more than had been published, and that he had obtained his information from two intimate friends of the cashier, M. Costeclar and M. Saint Pavin.”
“You should have gone to see those gentlemen.”
“I did.”
“Very well. What then?”
“Unfortunately, M. Costeclar had just gone out. As to M. Saint Pavin, I found him at the office of his paper, ‘The Financial Pilot.’ He is a coarse and vulgar personage, and received me like a pickpocket. I had even a notion to—”
“Never mind that! Go on.”
“He was closeted with another gentleman, a banker, named Jottras, of the house of Jottras and Brother. They were both in a terrible rage, swearing like troopers, and saying that the Favoral defalcation would ruin them; that they had been taken in like fools, but that they were not going to take things so easy, and they were preparing a crushing article.”
But he stopped, winking, and pointing to Maxence and Mlle. Lucienne, who were listening as attentively as they could.