"What's the job?" put in Vicot, as the other paused.
"If you haven't forgotten certain things in the past few weeks, you know what it means when I sit close to one man and talk only to him whenever you're in the room."
"Never to forget his face," answered Vicot, as if responding to a question in the catechism. "Is it another game of shadow?"
"To an extent, yes. But it will be more in the open than usual. You won't have to skulk. Do you think you can accustom yourself to the change?"
"Get on!" said Vicot impatiently. "I suppose it's the young chap?"
"Yes. He's to take Remson Peake's apartment, in all probability—or some other. And you, my excellent Jules, are to be his valet de chambre."
"Humph!" commented the other, without any evidence of surprise. "And the pay?"
"What's usual from him, I suppose," said Radwalader, "and from me double."
"Say three hundred francs a month, all told?"