"Do you understand me?" shouted the Admiral.
"Répentigny," the other muttered, correctly enough.
"Can you meet us at the Place d'Armes of Versailles to-morrow?" wheedled Femme Gougeon.
He looked at her steadily and nodded deliberately.
"Is twelve o'clock too early?"
He shook his head a little.
"He will assuredly do it," she said to her companion.
The next second the beggar fell off the bench, dead drunk.
The following day at Versailles, at the entrance of the Avenue de Paris, two nuns were seen to stop and give alms to an old bent beggar. A conversation took place between them, and was interrupted by the approach of a gendarme.
"I have found him," was the beggar's whisper.