“Oh!” exclaimed Cook; “has anything serious happened to madame?”
“Curse your impudence, you know she ran away with your companion!”
“I know nothing of the kind,” returned Enoch, perfectly unruffled.
“I tracked you three to Havre, and learned you had sailed together for America.”
Cook laughed.
“I came to New York,” he said, “by way of Liverpool.”
Monsieur Jacquet looked hard at his companion.
“You are trying to deceive me,” he said.
“No.”
“Will you swear you know nothing of my wife running off with Monsieur Kidd?”