“Possibly,” murmured Graff, calmly.
“And you can find nothing else to say?” exclaimed Baradier, furiously. “You resign yourself to all this robbery and murder?”
“No; I am simply waiting for the Dalgetty powder in use. It may be the Trémont explosive, but then, on the other hand, it may be something entirely different, and in that case worth nothing at all.”
“But suppose we are ruined in the meantime?”
“We shall obtain the upper hand in the long run.”
“But it is this villain of a Lichtenbach who is leading the campaign against us. This is what I am informed from both London and Brussels.”
“Give him his head. The farther he goes the greater will be his fall.”
“I should like to know the cause of your confidence.”
“It is Marcel, your son, who is stronger in himself, than Trémont, yourself, myself, and all the others. You will see.”
“But, after all, cannot you tell me?”