“He is afraid of a fit of fever, any nervous strain, an attack of some kind which might cause her to make a fresh attempt on her life. And that would be....”
“What is needed to avoid it?”
“A week or a fortnight of absolute quiet, which is impossible as long as her little Jacques....”
Lupin interrupted her:
“You think that, if she got her son back....”
“Oh, certainly, there would be nothing more to fear!”
“You’re sure? You’re sure?... Yes, of course you are!... Well, when Madame Mergy wakes, tell her from me that I will bring her back her son this evening, before midnight. This evening, before midnight: it’s a solemn promise.”
With these words, Lupin hurried out of the house and, stepping into his car, shouted to the driver:
“Go to Paris, Square Lamartine, Daubrecq the deputy’s!”