"I hope your caution, which I quite understand, but which was unnecessary, is not likely to injure your master."
"I have been very careful," said Seth.
"I am glad to hear it. At present Monsieur Barrington is safe."
"Then you can take me to him."
"For the moment that is exactly what I cannot do," Latour answered. "In one sense Monsieur Barrington's danger and mine are the same, but in another way his is greater than mine, at present. The mob does not suspect me; it does suspect your master. I can add to your knowledge a little. As he went to the Chat Rouge that night he was recognized and had to run for his life. Through Jacques Sabatier, whom you know, I was instrumental in saving him, but for some little time he will have to lie very closely. Were you or I to be seen near his hiding-place it would only be to betray him."
"I only have your word for this," said Seth.
"And it is not enough?" said Latour, with a smile. "I consider myself a judge of character, and I am not surprised. There is a way out of the difficulty. Will you be satisfied if your master sends you a letter telling you to await his further instructions patiently?"
"Yes. I have means of knowing that such a letter could not be forged."
"You shall have the letter to-morrow morning. Where shall I send it?"
"I will come here for it," Seth answered.