"All, mon vieux," she said in the argot. "You wear a worried look. Has Leon Javet been stealing away your customers?"
"Ah, c'est toi, petite! What brings you here alone?"
"Ma foi, my legs, if you would know the truth—and a woman's curiosity."
"Tiens! That is nothing new. How can I help you?"
"I want you tell me what you know of 'Arry 'Orton."
Gabriel frowned and glanced about him cautiously.
"Sh——," he said warningly. And then, in a whisper, "Who told you that Monsieur 'Orton was here?"
She laughed. "Did I not see him myself with my own eyes last night?"
"Where?"
"At Javet's." And then, in a meaning tone, as she looked him in the eyes, "Him—or another."