And he shrugged his shoulders, thinking that with that the matter was clear.
But Basterga continued to eye him with something that was not far removed from suspicion.

"Oh," he said.

"That is it, is it?
Your father lodged here.

And the Syndic--Blondel, was it you said?
How comes he into it?
Grio was prating of him, I suppose ?" For an instant, while he waited the answer to the question, his eyes shrank again to pin-points.
"He came in and found us at sword-play," Claude answered.

"Or just falling to it.