"Sir," said he, quickly, so as to give him no time for reflection, "is everybody gone out of this house?"
"Why?" asks the unknown.
"Because the police are close by, and will soon surround it. I came to warn one of my friends, who was to have spent the night here."
"Thanks for the information," replies the unknown, proceeding on his way.
If, thought Béroli, this man be only one of the dupes, he would have nothing to fear, as he has quitted the gambling house; but his anxiety to be off, proves that he fears the vigilance of the police, so I feel sure he must be one of the gang.
Full of this idea, Béroli follows at a little distance, and when he sees him slacken his pace, he goes up to him, and thus addresses him:—
"I beg your pardon for having made you race in this manner, by giving you false information, but I wished to find out if you were one of us, and I have succeeded in so doing."
"Will you explain yourself, sir, if you please, for I do not understand what you mean."
"I can easily make you comprehend me, by simply stating that I am the colleague of Andréas."
"What has that got to do with it?"