“It’s so; and you know if I understand the business. But what can you say to a man who answers you all the time, ‘The matter is in the hands of the law; experts have been named; I have nothing to fear from the most minute investigations’?” By the look which Marius de Tregars kept riveted upon M. d’Escajoul, it was easy to see that his confidence in him was not without limits. He felt it, and, with an air of injured innocence, “Do you suspect me, by chance,” he said, “to have allowed myself to be hoodwinked by Thaller?” And as M. de Tregars said nothing, which was the most eloquent of answers, “Upon my word,” he insisted, “you are wrong to doubt me. Was it you who came after me? No. It was I, who, hearing through Marcolet the history of your fortune, came to tell you, ‘Do you want to know a way of swamping Thaller?’ And the reasons I had to wish that Thaller might be swamped: I have them still. He trifled with me, he ‘sold’ me, and he must suffer for it; for, if it came to be known that I could be taken in with impunity, it would be all over with my credit.” After a moment of silence, “Do you believe, then,” asked M. de Tregars, “that M. de Thaller is innocent?” “Perhaps.” “That would be curious.” “Or else his measures are so well taken that he has absolutely nothing to fear. If Favoral takes everything upon himself, what can they say to the other? If they have acted in collusion, the thing has been prepared for a long time; and, before commencing to fish, they must have troubled the water so well, that justice will be unable to see anything in it.” “And you see no one who could help us?” “Favoral--” To Maxence’s great surprise, M. de Tregars shrugged his shoulders. “That one is gone,” he said; “and, were he at hand, it is quite evident that if he was in collusion with M. de Thaller, he would not speak.” “Of course.” “That being the case, what can we do?” “Wait.” M. de Tregars made a gesture of discouragement. “I might as well give up the fight, then,” he said, “and try to compromise.” “Why so? We don’t know what may happen. Keep quiet, be patient; I am here, and I am looking out for squalls.” He got up and prepared to leave. “You have more experience than I have,” said M. de Tregars; “and, since that’s your opinion----” M. d’Escajoul had resumed all his good humor. “Very well, then, it’s understood,” he said, pressing M. de Tregars’ hand. “I am watching for both of us; and if I see a chance, I come at once, and you act.” But the outer door had hardly closed, when suddenly the countenance of Marius de Tregars changed. Shaking the hand which M. d’Escajoul had just touched,--“Pouah!” he said with a look of thorough disgust,--“pouah!” And noticing Maxence’s look of utter surprise,