Then they all three looked at one another.
"Do you know whom Monsieur may mean ?" "Not I!" "An English girl! There are none come here." "Mademoiselle Poynton! It is a name unheard of." The young Englishman smiled upon them grimly.
"Madame," he said, "you have in your satchel--don't move, if you please--a roll of French notes--indeed you must not move--very cleverly abstracted from my pocket by my charming young companion, Mademoiselle Flossie here.

Now I have at least half a dozen friends in the cafe below whom I could summon here by touching that bell, and the identification of those notes would be a perfectly simple matter.

Shall I do it?
Or will you earn another roll by giving me the information I seek ?" Madame leaned forward and whispered in the man's ear.

Monsieur Louis nodded.
"Tell him," Mademoiselle Flossie murmured tremulously.

"Monsieur will not break faith with us.