"I think so. When he saw you jumping about during the performance it recalled to his mind the black devil performing acrobatic feats against the face of the cliff. And it was only a step from you to me who shoved the slab over on to his head. I read it all in his eyes and his attitude towards me this afternoon—just in his manner of speaking to me. There was a touch of mockery in it."
Saint-Quentin lost his temper:
"And we aren't hurrying off at once! You dare stay?"
"I dare."
"But that man?"
"He doesn't know that I penetrated his disguise.... And as long as he doesn't know——"
"You mean that your intention is?"
"Perfectly simple—to tell them their fortunes, amuse them, and puzzle them."
"But what's your object?"
"I want to make them talk in their turn."