“He was in New York. But he gave us the slip. An eel!” he added, rising. “Oh, we shall pick up his slimy traces again in time. But it is mortifying.... Well, thank you, mon ami. I must go.” And he started toward the hall.
“Have you a car anywhere?” asked Barres.
“Yes, up the road a bit.” He glanced through the sidelight of the front door, carelessly. “A couple of men out yonder dodging about. Have you noticed them, Barres?”
“No! Where?”
“They’re out there in the shadow of your wall. I imagined that I’d be followed.” He smiled and opened the front door.
“Wait!” whispered Barres. “You are not going out there alone, are you?”
“Certainly. There’s no danger.”
“Well, I don’t like it, Renoux. I’ll walk as far as your car——”
“Don’t trouble! I have no personal apprehension——”