"Both, signore. He had some news. She is—dancer in one of the Paris music-cafés."
Hillard kindled his pipe thoughtfully. And patiently Giovanni waited, knowing that shortly his master would offer some suggestion.
"Would you like me to give you the necessary money to go to Paris and bring her back to the Sabine Hills?" he asked softly.
"I shall go to Paris, signore—after."
"You will never find him."
"Who can say?"
"What is his name?" Hillard had never till this moment asked this question.
"I know it; that is sufficient. He is high, signore, very high; yet I shall reach him. If I told you his name—"
"There would be the possibility of my warning him."
"That is why I hesitate."