The perseverance which the young man displayed in demonstrating his gratitude, ended by touching the heart of the gentleman on the third floor, who told his servant one morning to admit Georget when he called; and that order had scarcely been given when the young man appeared as usual to tell what he had done the day before.
Pongo immediately suspended the toilet of a kitten which he had picked up the night before in the street, to usher Georget into his master’s presence; then he left the room, saying:
“Now me breakfast with my new friend Carabi, that me found yesterday under a door, all alone and crying. Nothing to eat this long time, very thin, very unhappy; but me bring him here, me take him to bed with me, feed him, and this morning he all right, all happy; he purr and hump his back at me.”
“Come in, my friend,” said Monsieur Malberg to Georget, who stood timidly in the doorway; “come in and sit down.”
“Oh! monsieur is too kind; but I am not tired, and then I cannot presume to sit down in monsieur’s presence.”
“I tell you that I want you to sit down; I have something to say to you. Take this chair.”
Georget obeyed, and took his seat on the edge of a chair; then he made haste to say:
“I went to the Palais-Royal quarter yesterday, monsieur; I went the whole length of Rue Richelieu, Rue Neuve-des-Petits-Champs and all the streets leading into them. There are many hotels in that quarter, and yet I discovered nothing; no one there knows that gentleman.”
“My boy, it is eight or ten days now, I believe, that you have been engaged in this tiresome business for me! That is quite enough! Cease your investigations; you have more than earned the money which you pretend that you owe me.”
“But, monsieur, it doesn’t tire me at all to go about Paris; besides, it’s my trade, and I often do other errands while I am looking for monsieur; so why shouldn’t I keep on? I haven’t searched all Paris yet.”