"Smell it, old chap."
He sniffed it, began to sneeze, and stuttered:
"We're lost!"
"You're a fine fellow, Saint-Quentin! Why do you think we're lost?"
"He's off to denounce us."
"Undoubtedly he's off to buck up the inquiries about us. But as for denouncing us, for telling what he saw this morning, he daren't do it. If he does, I tell in my turn what I saw."
"All the same, Dorothy, there was no point in telling them of the disappearance of the jewels."
"They were bound to discover it sooner or later. The fact of having been the first to speak of it diverts suspicion."
"Or turns it on to us, Dorothy."
"In that case I accuse the bearded nobleman."