"Your future governor, M. de Saynthine, is particularly interested in someone whom you know, my dear Dodger."
"Whom do you mean? I've met so many people since I went into business."
"You remember the man who came and knocked at your door one evening and mentioned me?"
"Oh, yes, but I don't even know his name."
"His name is Didier d'Haumont He is one of the heroes of the Great War. Besides, he made a very fine marriage, which was reported in all the newspapers. When I send you customers. Monsieur Hilaire, I send you the very best."
"Oh, really! . . . I am very thankful to you. What has my governor, M. de Saynthine, to do with M. d'Haumont?"
"He has this much to do with him: that he hates him like poison and has sworn to ruin him, and M. d'Haumont has no suspicion of it, the poor, dear man."
"Indeed! Well, let him lay hands on anyone who comes to me from you and says 'Fatalitas!'"
Chéri-Bibi put his mouth to the Dodger's ear.
"As long as M. de Saynthine lives, your customer, Dodger, won't be safe for a moment."