While Jennings was wondering what use he could make of the information he had received, Le Beau suddenly flushed crimson.

A new thought had occurred to him.

"Do you know zis one--zis Celestine Durand?
Tell her I vish money--" "Did she not pay you ?" Le Beau seized Jennings' arm and shook it violently.

"Yis.

Tree pound; quite raight; oh, certainly.