They entered the wine shop which was empty, and were served.
"Have you a toast, monsieur?"
"To the safety of that woman," said Barrington.
"I drink it. To the safety of a woman."
Barrington did not notice the slight difference in the toast; the words were hurriedly spoken and in a low tone.
"Do you know, monsieur, that only this morning an emigré returned to Paris disguised as a market woman?"
"What folly!" Barrington said. "Does she chance to be the friend you are interested in?"
"My friend is an emigré, therefore I am a little sorry for this one," was the answer. "I hear that careful search is being made for her. Such a search can hardly fail to be successful."
"She may have good friends."
"She has, I understand. One, at least, the man who helped her into Paris."