“Go to Dupont de Sarthe and have him explain his scheme clearly, and tell you the difficulties; if he has an outline of it, have him give it to you; if not, have him give you his notes.”
“All right. Shall I go tonight?”
“If you can, it would be the best thing.” “There’s nothing to prevent. Take me back to the hotel and I will pack.”
The Minister told the chauffeur to go back to Cæsar’s house.
“As soon as you arrive, let me know by wire, and write to me explaining the scheme in the greatest possible detail.”
“Very good.”
“You will need money; I don’t know if I have any here,” said the Minister, feeling for his pocket-book.
“I have enough for the trip,” replied Cæsar. “But, as I might need some in Paris, it would not be a bad idea for you to open an account for me at a bank there, or else to give me a cheque.”
The Minister vacillated, then went into the hotel writing-room and signed a cheque on a Parisian banker in the Rue de Provence, which he handed to Cæsar.
“See you on your return,” he said.