“Ah, that’s another question.”
She shuddered.
“My God, if they should discover him—those men who killed the German in the café.”
“We must see that they do not, little passenger.”
He put on his hat and went to the door; but upon the threshold he turned and asked her yet another question:
“I shall find you at the Place Kleber to-night?”
“Yes; I am going home now.”
“Then, if the news is good, I will come there at six o’clock.”
He closed the door behind him and went out. The old dame brought her a bowl of soup. She took a few sups of it, and made some excuse. Already she had begun to count the minutes of waiting.