"Yes, Madame."
"And be sure to take the roundabout way and be sure that you are not followed."
"Yes, Madame."
When the woman departed, Piquette took the blue slip from Jim Horton's fingers and sat by the gas-light, rereading it slowly and thoughtfully.
"I must go, of course, Piquette," said Jim quietly.
"Yes, mon ami, you mus' go. An' yet there are some t'ings I don' on'erstan'."
"What, Piquette?"
"It is strange, dis sudden change of min' of Madame 'Orton," she replied.
"She wants me,—needs me," said Jim, unaware of the pain he caused.
Piquette shrugged.