“You’ve met no one at all suspicious-looking?”
“No, governor—only—”
“What?”
“My wife—who does dressmaking at the Neuvillette—”
“Yes, I know—Césarine—my mother spoke of her. Well?”
“It seems a sailor was prowling about the village this morning.”
“What sort of face had he?”
“Not a natural face—a sort of Englishman’s face.”
“Ah!” said Lupin, in a tone preoccupied. “And you have given Césarine orders—”
“To keep her eyes open. Yes, governor.”