"Fandor?"
"Juve?"
"We have got them!"
Uncle and nephew—that is to say, Juve and Fandor—could talk quite freely now.
"Juve, are you certain that we have got them?"
Juve pushed his friend into a wine-shop and ordered drinks. He then drew from his pocket a piece of paper, quite blank.
"What is that?"
"A bit of paper I picked up on Lady Beltham's desk while the porter's back was turned. It will serve for a little experiment. If it is not long since a hand rested on it, we shall find the print."
"On this blank paper?"
"Yes, Fandor. Look!"