“How should I know? Is she not well?” remarked Kidd.
The latter felt that a crisis was coming. He looked toward the door longingly. Had he sprung toward it Pierre could easily intercept him.
“Villain!” hissed Jacquet, and now the smile disappeared; “you stole my wife from me!”
Kidd laughed. The wretch’s laugh was unreal.
“I have never seen your wife since I left your cabaret; some one has been imposing upon you, my dear Jacquet.”
“Aimee left a letter behind saying she had gone away with you, and friends of mine saw you together at Havre.”
“A lie!”
“It is truth. I came across the ocean to see you, Monsieur Kidd.”
“Pierre, I will be candid with you,” remarked Dick.
“Well?”