Who applied to me--I dare say it would be six weeks back--for a licence to stay a while in the town." "Which you granted ?" "In the usual course.

He had letters from"-- Blondel shrugged his shoulders--"I forget from whom.

What of him ?" with a steady look at Baudichon the councillor, his life-long rival, and the quarter whence if trouble were brewing it was to be expected.

"What of him ?" he repeated, throwing himself back in his chair, and tapping the table with his fingers.
"This," Fabri answered, waving the letter which he had in his hands.
"But I do not know what that is," Blondel replied coolly.

"I am afraid"-- he looked at his neighbour on either side--"was I asleep ?" "I fear so," said one, while the other smiled.