"But Monsieur the Duc——"
"Je ne me fiche pas. Besides, shall I not now be doing him a service?"
"Yes, that's true." He stopped as a thought came to him. "The Duc suspects something. What made him go to Ireland and question Nora Burke?"
"Perhaps I talk' a little too much dat night——"
"Has he spoken of it since?"
"Yes. But I tol' 'im not'ing. I did not wish to get 'Arry in trouble. But now——," she shrugged and lighted a fresh cigarette. "I do not care about what 'appen to 'Arry or Monsieur Quinlevin. It is only what 'appens to you dat matters, mon Jeem.
"But in befriending me you've made enemies of all that crowd——"
"Not onless dey find out. It is you who are in danger. After what you 'ave 'eard to-night, you are more dangerous to Quinlevin dan ever."
"I gave him his chance. He didn't take it."
"But he'll make anoder chance. You do not know dat man. Even Tricot is afraid of 'im."