"Yes," said Nibet, sipping the wine Gurn had offered him. "I have asked for the berth no end of times, but it never came; I was always told to wait because the place was not free, and another berth must be found first for Siegenthal, who was my senior. But the old beast would never make any application. However, three days ago, I was sent for to the Ministry, and one of the staff told me that some one in the Embassy, or the Government, or somewhere, was taking an interest in me, and they asked me a lot of questions and I told them all about it. And then, all of a sudden, Siegenthal was promoted to Poissy and I was given his billet here." Gurn nodded: he saw light. "And what about the money?" "That's stranger still, but I understood all the same. A lady met me in the street the other night and spoke to me by name. We had a chat there on the pavement, for the street was empty, and she shoved some bank-notes in my hand--not just one or two, but a great bunch----, and she told me that she was interested in me--in you----, and that if things turned out as she wished there were plenty more bank-notes where those came from." While the warder was talking Gurn watched him carefully. The murderer was an experienced reader of character in faces, and he speedily realised that his lady's choice had fallen on an excellent object. Thick lips, a narrow forehead, and prominent cheek-bones suggested a material nature that would hesitate at nothing which would satisfy his carnal appetites, so Gurn decided that further circumlocution was so much waste of time, and that he might safely come to the point. He laid his hand familiarly on the warder's shoulder. "I'm getting sick of being here," he remarked. "I dare say," the warder answered uneasily; "but you must be guided by reason; time is going on, and things arrange themselves." "They do when you help them," Gurn said peremptorily; "and you and I are going to help them." "That remains to be seen," said the warder. "Of course, everything has got to be paid for," Gurn went on. "One can't expect a warder to risk his situation merely to help a prisoner to escape." He smiled as the warder made an exclamation of nervous warning. "Don't be frightened, Nibet. We're not going to play any fool games, but let us talk seriously. Of course you have another appointment with the worthy lady who gave you that money?" "I am to meet her to-night at eleven, in the boulevard Arago," Nibet said, after a moment's hesitation. "Good," said Gurn. "Well, you are to tell her that I must have ten thousand francs." "What?" exclaimed the man, in utter astonishment, but his eyes shone with greed. "Ten thousand francs," Gurn repeated calmly, "and by to-morrow morning. Fifteen hundred of those are for you; I will go away to-morrow evening." There was a tense silence; the warder seemed doubtful, and Gurn turned the whole of his will power upon him to persuade him. "Suppose they suspect me?" said Nibet.