Marie hesitated:
"I would never dare go to see him alone."
"Marie Pascal, you know how fond of you I am, and as sure as I'm called Mother Citron, I'll prove what I say. In a couple of minutes I'll put on my hat with the flowers and leave my workwoman in charge here. Then I'll take you myself to this M. Juve... if you're afraid of him, I'm not!"
CHAPTER XXIX
COMPROMISING DISCOVERIES
Fandor, smoking a good cigar, walked to the Rue Monceau, taking deep breaths of the fresh air, looking up with delight at the blue sky. After his imprisonment and slow torture he experienced an extraordinary joy in living and in his freedom.
When he reached the house he found the concièrge's office empty. He called out several times.
"I'm the concièrge, what is it you want?" a voice answered behind him.