Paul Lacroix, meanwhile, had left the chalet and returned to the village of Andana, where he shared a room in the little café with the gendarme Philip. The influx of visitors kept this rude cabaret open all night upon the eve of the flight, and Lacroix came and went without observation. He found the lad Philip in bed, but not asleep; and when he had shut the door of their room carefully he blurted out his tidings.
"It is well, my friend; I have done what you wished."
Philip sat up and stared at him with dreamy eyes.
"You know where he is, Monsieur Paul?"
The valet seated himself upon the edge of the bed, and regarded the young man's face closely.
"For what will this reward be paid?" he asked without premise. Philip opened his eyes.
"For intelligence which will lead to the arrest of the Englishman," he said.
Paul thought upon it.
"It would make no difference whether he were arrested by the Swiss police or the Italian?"
Philip agreed.