"I can't. But I must trust to luck."
Piquette stamped her foot.
"I've no patience with you." And then, "You will not liberate him?"
"No. I refuse to have anything more to do with the matter."
"You will regret it."
"Perhaps. That will be my own lookout."
She stared at him in a moment of indecision, and then with a shrug, turned toward the door into the café.
"You are an idiot, Gabriel."
Pochard grunted as he followed her.
"You will say nothing?"