“Oh, my dear fellow, not at all!” laughed Regnier. “I’m only telling you for your own good.”
“Then you imply that she might betray us to the police, eh?”
“No, not that at all.”
“Well, what?”
The pair looked at each other a second time, and then Regnier said—
“Unfortunately, Ewart, you don’t know Pierrette—or her friend.”
“Friend! Is it a male friend?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he?”
“I don’t know. He’s a mystery.”