“Prove that he has played me,” he said.
“Prove it yourself.”
“How?”
“By watching him. He came here to meet a man named Buckhurst.”
“I have seen that man Buckhurst, too. What is he doing here?” asked the Lizard.
“That is what I want you to find out and help me to find out!” I said. “Voilà! Now you know what I want of you.” 237
The sombre visage of the poacher twitched.
“I take it,” said I, “that you would not make a comrade of a petty pickpocket.”
The poacher uttered an oath and shook his fist at me. “Bon sang!” he snarled, “I am an honest man if I am a poacher!”
“That’s the reason I trusted you,” said I, good-humoredly. “Take your fists down, my friend, and think out a plan which will permit me to observe this Monsieur Tric-Trac at my leisure, without I myself being observed.”