But soon he was ashamed of this unconscious movement. The button which the police were so proud to discover, did not belong to him. This new track on which they were about to enter did not lead to him.
CHAPTER XVII
PHILLIS'S FEARS
On Tuesday, a little before five o'clock, as she had promised, Phillis rang at Saniel's door, and he left his laboratory where he was at work, to let her in.
She threw herself on his neck.
"Well?" she asked, in a trembling voice.
He told her how he had played and won, without stating the exact sum; also the propositions of the Prince Mazzazoli, the meeting with Duphot, and the telegram to Jardine.
"Oh! What happiness!" she said, pressing him in her arms. "You are free!"
"No more creditors! I am my own master. You see it was a good inspiration. Justice willed it."
Then interrupting him: