“Two thousand dollars deposit and five hundred for the hire,” replied Jaques without a moment’s hesitation.
“Three hundred and not a cent more.”
“My price is five hundred—and if you don’t like it I am sorry. I have already been approached by a gentleman on the same subject. I am expecting him here any moment, if he concludes the bargain with me, where else will you get diving apparatus—not in Martinique.”
This of course was a lie, but the mind of Sagesse, fogged with suspicion, saw in it a confirmation of the rumour that another expedition was on foot. Jaques, watchful as a bird of prey, saw the effect of his words without understanding entirely the reason.
“Who is this other person, then,” said Sagesse. “You can at least tell me his name.”
“I never give names in business, Captain, but as you have been my customer up to this, I will whisper something in your ear.”
“Yes.”
“Well,” said Jaques, lowering his voice, “I expect he is a gentleman on the same business as yourself.”
“The Devil!” said Sagesse. Then, recollecting himself, he laughed.
“If he is, he’s on a business that won’t bring him much profit—well, I can’t waste any more time, let’s see the suits and the apparatus.”