“More than ever. Little as he has said, he has told Miss Dionysia enough to confirm me in my conjecture, and to prove to me that I have guessed right.”
“When?”
“The day we went to Boiscoran.”
The baron tried to remember.
“I do not recollect,” he said.
“Don’t you remember,” said the lawyer, “that you left us, so as to permit Anthony to answer my questions more freely?”
“To be sure!” cried M. de Chandore, “to be sure! And then you thought”—
“I thought I had guessed right, yes, sir; but I am not going to do any thing now. M. de Boiscoran tells us that the facts are improbable. I should, therefore, in all probability, soon be astray; but, since we are now bound to be passive till the investigation is completed, I shall employ the time in examining the country people, who will, probably, tell me more than Anthony did. You have, no doubt, among your friends, some who must be well informed,—M. Seneschal, Dr. Seignebos.”
The latter did not keep M. Folgat waiting long; for his name had hardly been mentioned, when he himself repeated it in the passage, telling a servant,—
“Say it is I, Dr. Seignebos, Dr. Seignebos.”