“I thought it too risky.”
“Then you think he’s a police-agent, eh?”
“That’s just what Blythe and I both think.”
“Describe him.”
I did so to the best of my ability.
And Bindo gave vent to a grunt of dissatisfaction, after which a long silence fell between us.
“‘The President’ is at the Hermitage, eh?” he asked at last. “Does he know where I’ve been?”
“I’m not sure. He knows you have not lately been in Monty.”
“But you say he nodded to Mademoiselle, and that afterwards she denied acquaintance with him? Didn’t that strike you as curious?”