"No, but tell me quick. Does he seem to have any secrets?"
"He is always reading the newspapers. He goes himself for his letters always, and brings back a quantity."
"Have you never read any of them?"
"I can't read."
"Wait a little. I think we have him now."
The two persons whom we saw in the dining-room now stood at the foot of Gudel's bed.
"You have had a narrow escape," said one.
"Yes, thanks to Fanfar. His brains, his arms and his muscles saved me."
"It was of him that we came to speak," replied the man who was dressed like a horse jockey.
"If it is time to act," said Gudel, "you may rely on him."