"Just that?"
"Just that."
"Morocco against your liberty!"
"Nothing more . . . or, rather—for we must not lose sight entirely of the main object of this conversation—or, rather, a little good will on the part of one of the countries in question . . . and, in exchange, the surrender of the letters which are in my power."
"Those letters, those letters!" muttered the stranger irritably. "After all, perhaps they are not so valuable. . . ."
"There are some in your own hand, Sire; and you considered them valuable enough to come to this cell. . . ."
"Well, what does it matter?"
"But there are others of which you do not know the authorship and about which I can give you a few particulars."
"Oh, indeed!" said the stranger, rather anxiously.
Lupin hesitated.