“Barberin wouldn’t tell us anything. He was that mysterious. He wanted to get all the reward for himself.”
“Didn’t he leave any papers?”
“No, nothing except one that said he came from Chavanon. If we hadn’t found that, we couldn’t have let his wife know he’s dead.”
“Oh, you did let her know?”
“Sure, why not?”
I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Back to my friend.”
“Ah, you have a friend! Does he live in Paris?”
“We got to Paris only this morning.”