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The Government pawn-shop had its invitation for Lanyard himself: he was there before the doors were open for the day; and fortified by loans negotiated on his watch, cigarette-case, and a ring or two, retired to a cafe commanding a view of the entrance on the rue des Blancs-Manteaux, and settled himself against a day-long vigil.
All continued quiet and silent in our bivouac until midnight, however, except the rushing of the river hard by, when I was awakened by the shaking of the shed from the violent struggles of mulo to break loose, his strong trembling thrilling along the taught cord that held him, down the lanyard of my hammock to my neck, as he drew himself in the intervals of his struggles as far back as he could, proving that the poor brute suffered under a paroxysm of fear.
But you make me feel ashamed!" "I know," agreed Lanyard, depreciatory; "but that's the way I am a little devil you really can't trust me! Adieu, Monsieur le Comte." "Au revoir, monsieur!" Lanyard saw the car round the corner before turning to the entrance of Troyon's, keeping his weather-eye alert the while.
It is you, remember, who requested this interview and er dressed your parts so strikingly!" "What are we to understand by that?" De Morbihan interposed. "This, messieurs if you must know." Lanyard dropped for the moment his tone of raillery and bent forward, emphasizing his points by tapping the table with a forefinger.
"Monsieur Lanyard desired a favour of me," Liane explained, her good humour restored; "in return for saving me from assassination by Popinot this morning, he begged me to help him find the jewels of Madame de Montalais. It appears that he or Andre Duchemin is accused of having stolen those jewels; so it becomes a point of honour with him to find and restore them to Madame de Montalais."
And even if he should prove obtuse, ungenerous.... Her smile was definite and confident. She was beautiful and Monsieur Lanyard was aware of that. Had she not, that afternoon, in the auction room, without his knowledge detected admiration in his eyes, a look warm with something more than admiration only? He was impressionable, then.
Lanyard gathered them into a sheaf and scanned them cursorily, even with distaste. True enough, it might be argued that he had bought and paid for the right to pry into the secrets they betrayed; but it was not a right he enjoyed exercising.
Lanyard rose and stood over the desk, investigating the contents of the dispatch-box. The collection of magnificent stones seemed to tally accurately with his mental memoranda of the descriptions furnished by Eve de Montalais. "This seems to be right," he said quietly, and closed the box. The automatic lock snapped fast. "Now what do you say, brother dear?"
Lanyard had work to do which were better done before "Karl" and his crew found opportunity to communicate directly with their collaborators ashore, work which it were unwise to initiate before nightfall lent a cloak of shadows to hoodwink the ever-possible adventitious German spy. Nor was he so fatuous as to fancy it would profit him to call before nine o'clock at the house on West End Avenue.
To take a train at Millau would be simply to invite pursuit; for that was the likeliest point an escaping criminal would strike for, a stopping place for all trains north and southbound. Telegraphic advices would cause every such train to be searched to a certainty. Furthermore, Lanyard had no desire to enter Paris by the direct route from Millau.
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