"I say! I say!"
"I shall be there, though, and I beg you to hold yourself in readiness on Tuesday night."
"For an expedition of the same kind?" asked Ganimard, chaffingly.
"Yes, of the same kind."
"And how will this one end?"
"You think so."
"I swear it, on my honour."
Shears took his leave and went to seek a short rest in the nearest hotel, after which, refreshed and full of confidence, he returned to the Rue Chalgrin, slipped two louis into the hand of the concierge, made sure that the brothers Leroux were out, learned that the house belonged to a certain M. Harmingeat and, carrying a candle, found his way down to the cellar through the little door near which he had picked up the garnet.
At the foot of the stairs, he picked up another of exactly the same shape.