"I didn't expect anything else from you, my dear Dodger. You must know then that the person who annoys me is a certain gentleman whose service you will enter to-morrow as chauffeur."
"Is it possible!" sighed the Dodger. "You've already found me a job as chauffeur—to start to-morrow morning? What is this particular gentleman's business?"
"He is a gentleman very comfortably off. He has no business, and his name is M. de Saynthine."
"I'm much obliged to you, Monsieur, for finding me such a smart post. Since Monsieur Casimir is hall-porter to a surgeon-dentist, I see no reason why Monsieur Hilaire shouldn't be chauffeur to an independent gentleman. What have I got to do?"
"Well, you look after the car as you used to do at my house."
"And then?"
"And then you will keep a watchful eye on everything that's happening round you."
"And what else?"
"Listen to everything that's said."
"Come, I say, that doesn't sound very difficult."