“Thanks!” said Rouletabille. “Be ready for me this evening.”
He spoke the last words with a finger on his lips as if to command silence and discretion.
We left the park and took the way to the Donjon Inn.
“Do you often eat here?”
“Sometimes.”
“But you also take your meals at the château?”
“Yes, Larsan and I are sometimes served in one of our rooms.”
“Has n’t Monsieur Stangerson ever invited you to his own table?”
“Never.”
“Does your presence at the château displease him?”