"Tell me, my friend, have you, by chance, received a telegram addressed to the Abbé Gendron?"
"That is so, Monsieur. It will be for you?"...
"Yes, for me. I asked that a message should be sent to me here, if necessary."
Whilst the priest tore open his telegram, Fandor lit a cigarette.... By hook or by crook, he must see the contents of this telegram which his travelling companion was reading with frowning brows. But Fandor might squint in the glass for the reflection of the message, pass behind the abbé to peep over his shoulder while pretending to examine the posters decorating the garage walls: he had his pains for his reward: it was impossible to decipher the text.... He must await developments.
When the car was ready to start he decided to speak.
"You have not received vexatious instructions, I hope, Monsieur l'Abbé?"
"Not at all!"
"There is always something disquieting about a telegram!"
"This one tells me nothing I did not know already—at least, suspected! The only result is that instead of going to Havre we shall now go to Dieppe."
"Why this change of destination?" was Fandor's mental query. "And what did this precious priest suspect?"