She was still looking at him obstinately. “Who are you?” she asked.
“My name will not afford you any information. I am the Marquis de Tregars.”
“Tregars!” she repeated, looking up at the ceiling, as if in search of an inspiration. “Tregars! Never heard of it!”
And throwing herself into an arm chair,
“Well, sir, what do you wish with me, then? Speak!”
He had taken a seat near her, and kept his eyes riveted upon hers.
“I have come, madame,” he replied, “to ask you to put me in the way to see and speak to the man whose photograph is there on the mantlepiece.”
He expected to take her by surprise, and that by a shudder, a cry, a gesture, she might betray her secret. Not at all.
“Are you, then, one of M. Vincent’s friends?” she asked quietly.
M. de Tregars understood, and this was subsequently confirmed, that it was under his Christian name of Vincent alone, that the cashier of the Mutual Credit was known in the Rue du Cirque.