“Right away.”
She went for it and returned five minutes later.
“He is still asleep. I have put the glass on the table, out of his reach. He will have to call me.”
“Very good. Then push the door to, close it; we have to talk things over.”
“But if someone goes back up the servants’ staircase?”
“Be easy about that. They think the general is poisoned already. It is the first care-free moment I have been able to enjoy in this house.”
“When will you stop making me shake with horror, little demon! You keep your secret well, I must say. The general is sleeping better than if he really were poisoned. But what shall we do about Natacha? I dare ask you that—you and you alone.”
“Nothing at all.”
“How—nothing?”
“We will watch her...”