The men were Soane and his crony, the one-eyed pedlar. But neither Thessalie nor Barres could see them up there behind the chimney.
Yet the girl, as though some unquiet instinct warned her, glanced up at the eaves above her head once more, and Barres looked up, too.
“What do you see up there?” he inquired.
“Nothing.... There could be nobody up there to listen, could there?”
He laughed:
“Who would want to climb up on the roof to spy on you or me——”
“Don’t speak so loud, Garry——”
“What on earth is the trouble?”
“The same trouble that drove me out of France,” she said in a low voice. “Don’t ask me what it was. All I can tell you is this: I am followed everywhere I go. I cannot make a living. Whenever I secure an engagement and return at the appointed time to fill it, something happens.”
“What happens?” he asked bluntly.