“And that’s what I am telling myself,” continued the old lawyer. “I have been thinking over and over again of last evening’s scene; and strange doubts have occurred to my mind. For a man who has been robbed of a dozen millions, M. de Thaller was remarkably quiet and self-possessed. Favoral appeared to me singularly calm for a man charged with embezzlement and forgery. M. de Thaller, as manager of the Mutual Credit, is really responsible for the stolen funds, and, as such, should have been anxious to secure the guilty party, and to produce him. Instead of that, he wished him to go, and actually brought him the money to enable him to leave. Was he in hopes of hushing up the affair? Evidently not, since the police had been notified. On the other hand, Favoral seemed much more angry than surprised by the occurrence. It was only on the appearance of the commissary of police that he seems to have lost his head; and then some very strange things escaped him, which I cannot understand.” He was walking at random through the parlor, apparently rather answering the objections of his own mind than addressing himself to his interlocutors, who were listening, nevertheless, with all the attention of which they were capable. “I don’t know,” he went on. “An old traveler like me to be taken in thus! Evidently there is under all this one of those diabolical combinations which time even fails to unravel. We ought to see, to inquire--” And then, suddenly stopping in front of Maxence, “How much did M. de Thaller bring to your father last evening?” he asked. “Fifteen thousand francs.” “Where are they?” “Put away in mother’s room.” “When do you expect to take them back to M. de Thaller?” “To-morrow.” “Why not to-day?” “This is Sunday. The offices of the Mutual Credit must be closed.” “After the occurrences of yesterday, M. de Thaller must be at his office. Besides, haven’t you his private address?” “I beg your pardon, I have.” The old lawyer’s small eyes were shining with unusual brilliancy. He certainly felt deeply the loss of his money; but the idea that he had been swindled for the benefit of some clever rascal was absolutely insupportable to him. “If we were wise,” he said again, “we’d do this. Mme. Favoral would take these fifteen thousand francs, and we would go together, she and I, to see M. de Thaller.” It was an unexpected good-fortune for Mme. Favoral, that M. Chapelain should consent to assist her. So, without hesitating, “The time to dress, sir,” she said, “and I am ready.” She left the parlor; but as she reached her room, her son joined her. “I am obliged to go out, dear mother,” he said; “and I shall probably not be home to breakfast.” She looked at him with an air of painful surprise. “What,” she said, “at such a moment!” “I am expected home.” “By whom? A woman?” she murmured. “Well, yes.” “And it is for that woman’s sake that you want to leave your sister alone at home?”