"No, nor all his enemies," was the answer.
"Were I an enemy I do not think you would be afraid. As it happens I want to be a friend."
"Come in, then, and remember a deputy's time is not his own. You may be from the provinces, citizen, and therefore I do not know you," said Latour, as he closed and locked his door, and Seth noticed that he was armed and prepared to use his pistol at a moment's notice.
"From Louisiana originally, from Virginia recently with my master, Richard Barrington."
Latour remained standing by the door a moment, then moved to a chair by the table, and sat down.
"I am interested. What do you want with me?" he said.
"I want to know where my master is."
Latour regarded him fixedly. If Seth expected to read this man's thoughts in his face he was doomed to disappointment.
"Surely you come to a strange person to make such an inquiry," said Latour, slowly.
"It will save time, monsieur, if I tell you at once that I am in my master's confidence."