"Speak English," he requested briefly. "What about Dupont?"
Simple mention of the man was enough to make the woman wince and lose colour. Before she replied Lanyard saw the tip of her tongue furtively moisten her lips.
"Well, and what of him?"
"Do you imagine he has had enough?"
"Who knows? I for one shall feel safe from him only when I knew he is in the Santé or his grave."
"Suppose he tries to follow us to Cherbourg or to stop us on the way..."
"How should he know?"
"Tell me who left the doors open for him last night, and I will answer that question." The woman looked more than ever frightened, but shook her head. "You didn't fail to question the servants this morning, yet learned nothing?"
"It was impossible to fix the blame..."
"Have you used all your intelligence, I wonder?"