Misard fixed his eyes on him, and at last said what he had been wanting to say.
"If you know where they are," he exclaimed, "tell me."
But the driver became angry.
"I know nothing at all," he replied. "Aunt Phasie did not give me anything. You do not mean to accuse me of stealing, I suppose?"
"Oh! She gave you nothing that is certain," he answered. "You see I am ill, and if you know where they are, tell me."
"Go to blazes!" retorted Jacques; "and mind I do not say too much. Just take a look in the salt-box to see if they are there."
Misard continued looking at him with pallid face and burning eyes. Then came a sudden flash of enlightenment.
"In the salt-box?" he remarked. "By Jove that is an idea! Underneath the drawer there is a place where I have not looked."
Hastily settling for his glass of wine, he ran off to the railway station, to see if he could catch the 7.10 train. And yonder in the little low habitation he sought eternally.