“Do you know what a franc is?” he asked.
The gamin eyed him doggedly.
“But I saw him,” he said.
“Saw what?” said Gethryn, gently.
“The bossu,” repeated the wretched infant vacantly.
“See here,” said Gethryn, “listen to me. What would you do with twenty francs?”
“Eat, all day long, forever!”
Rex slipped two twenty-franc pieces into the filthy little fist.
“Eat,” he murmured, and turned away.