“Fame I could well dispense with. It’s a pity to be compelled to leave a place so well equipped, and commence all over again, Dubreuil ... and on a new model, of course, for it would never do to duplicate this. Curse Herlock Sholmes!”
“Has he returned to Paris?”
“How could he? There has been only one boat come from Southampton and it left there at midnight; only one train from Havre, leaving there at eight o’clock this morning and due in Paris at eleven fifteen. As he could not catch the midnight boat at Southampton—and the instructions to the captain on that point were explicit—he cannot reach France until this evening via Newhaven and Dieppe.”
“Do you think he will come back?”
“Yes; he never gives up. He will return to Paris; but it will be too late. We will be far away.”
“And Mademoiselle Destange?”
“I am to see her in an hour.”
“At her house?”
“Oh! no; she will not return there for several days. But you, Dubreuil, you must hurry. The loading of our goods will take a long time and you should be there to look after them.”
“Are you sure that we are not being watched?”