Yet one or two little things puzzled me. Jennie's French, for example, was not remarkable; why then should he, able to bargain like a native to the last cabbage-leaf, have risked discovery by sending her shopping instead of going himself? Was another change coming? Had it come? Though it could not now be externally a great one, was he none the less nervous about it?... But it was no good guessing. If Charlotte had any luck at all I should know in the morning. In the meantime bed was no bad place. My room looked on the inner courtyard of the hotel. I was asleep before the lights of the staircases and windows opposite had ceased to flicker over my ceiling and the wardrobe-mirror at my bed's foot. I awoke to the sound of Dinan's bells. At first I could not remember what it was of importance that I had on my mind. Then the mists of sleep cleared away and it all came brightly back. I dressed hurriedly and descended. Almost immediately Charlotte came to my table with my coffee and my news. And I had been right after all. They were at that house sunk a yard into the earth in the Rue de la Cordonnerie where the soldiers' bicycles had stood. "And the name of the proprietor of the house?" "C'est Madame Carguet, M'sieu'." "Merci, Charlotte. You will buy yourself a hat for Sundays, but the best in Dinan, it is understood----" A quarter past nine found me at that low doorway into which I had peeped the evening before. Madame stood at the table, washing lettuce in a crock. I tapped and entered. "Madame Carguet?" "It is I, M'sieu'." "I am a friend of the lady and gentleman who are staying with you. May I see them?" She had kind, vivacious and shrewd little eyes, which seemed to measure me for a moment. "And the name of M'sieu' who asks?" I thought it possible that he might have left instructions about anybody who might ask for him. In any case there was nothing for it but to be open and above-board. I told her my name, corroborating my statement with my card. She wiped her wet hands on her apron and took the card by the extreme tip. "Merci, M'sieu'. But actually it is that they have gone painting, taking with them the provisions for the day, as every day." "They will be back----?" "This evening. Oh, assuredly, M'sieu'." Then, whether my manner or my card reassured her, or however it was, her face lighted up and she broke into a flood of ecstatic French of which I understood perhaps one word in three.