"Yes."
"Where is he?" demanded the muleteer with an oath.
She placed her lighted candle on the bar.
"Wait," she said. "Read these first—we must be quite certain about what we do."
She laid the squares of tissue paper out on the bar.
"Do you read Flemish?" she whispered.
"No, ma'am——"
"Then I will translate into French for you. And first of all I must tell you how I came to possess these little letters written upon tissue. Please listen attentively."
He rested his palm on the butt of his dangling automatic.
"Go on," he said.