"You know where to lay hands on the rest?"
"Yes, old man."
"That's our job to-morrow evening? That's why you're chasing to the telegraph office?"
Loupart clenched his fists.
"That and something else; there's bigger game afoot."
"What?"
"Juve."
"Oh, the devil!" murmured the Beard, divided between pleasure and fear. "You've got the beggar?"
"I have."
"Sure?"