“You are mistaken,” said Marius. “I understand perfectly; and I’ll prove it to you.”
The next moment, Maxence took out of the portfolio, and read aloud, the following bill, dated two days before.
“Sold to —— two leather trunks with safety locks at 220 francs each; say, francs 440.”
M. de Tregars started.
“At last,” he said, “here is doubtless one end of the thread which will guide us to the truth through this labyrinth of iniquities.”
And, tapping gently on Maxence’s shoulders,
“We must talk,” he said, “and at length. To-morrow, before you go to M. de Thaller’s with his fifteen thousand francs, call and see me: I shall expect you. We are now engaged upon a common work; and something tells me, that, before long, we shall know what has become of the Mutual Credit’s millions.”