"Pecqueux is in Paris, on the spree," said he; "only too delighted at the holiday that my absence from duty procures him." "That may be possible," she answered. "But, nevertheless, let us be on our guard, for he is a most abominable brute when he is in a rage." She pressed against him, adding with a glance behind her: "And do you know the man who is following us?" "Yes," he replied. "Do not bother about him. Perhaps he wants to ask me something." It was Misard, who had in fact been following them at a distance from the Rue des Juifs. He had given his evidence in his usual drowsy manner; and had remained hovering around Jacques, unable to make up his mind to put a question to him, which was visibly on his lips. When the couple disappeared in the inn, he entered in his turn, and called for a glass of wine. "Hullo! Is that you, Misard?" exclaimed the driver. "And how are you getting on with your new wife? All right?" "Yes, yes," grumbled the signalman. "Ah! the wretch, she took me in. Eh? I told you about that when I was here on the last occasion." This story amused Jacques immensely. The woman Ducloux, the former servant of dubious antecedents whom Misard had taken as gatekeeper, had soon perceived, on noticing him rummaging in the corners, that he must be searching for a hoard, hidden by the defunct; and to make him marry her, she had conceived the ingenious idea of giving him to understand by sudden reticences and little laughs that she had found it herself. First of all he was on the point of strangling her; then, reflecting that the 1,000 frcs. would again escape him, if he were to suppress her like the other, before he had them, he became very flattering and amiable. But she repelled him. She would not allow him to touch her. No, no; when she became his wife he should have both her and the money. And when he had married her, she simply laughed at him, remarking that he was a great stupid to believe everything that was told him. The beauty of the whole business, was that when she heard all about it, she caught the fever from him, and henceforth sought for the money in his company, being quite as much enraged as himself to find it. Ah! those undiscoverable 1,000 frcs., they would certainly ferret them out one of these days, now that they were two! And they sought, sought. "So you have no news?" inquired Jacques, in a bantering tone. "But does not Ducloux assist you?" Misard fixed his eyes on him, and at last said what he had been wanting to say. "If you know where they are," he exclaimed, "tell me." But the driver became angry. "I know nothing at all," he replied. "Aunt Phasie did not give me anything. You do not mean to accuse me of stealing, I suppose?" "Oh! She gave you nothing that is certain," he answered. "You see I am ill, and if you know where they are, tell me." "Go to blazes!" retorted Jacques; "and mind I do not say too much. Just take a look in the salt-box to see if they are there."