“You are too curious, Master Squirrel; be careful that you do not go too
far. Do you understand?”
Fanferlot began to apologize.
“That will do,” interrupted M. Lecoq. “If I choose to lend you a helping
hand, it is because it suits my fancy to do so. It pleases me to be the
head, and let you be the hand. Unassisted, with your preconceived ideas,
you never would have found the culprit; if we two together don’t find
him, my name is not Lecoq.”
“We shall certainly succeed if you interest yourself in the case.”
“Yes, I am interested in it, and during the last four days I have
discovered many important facts. But listen to me. I have reasons for
not appearing in this affair. No matter what happens, I forbid your
mentioning my name. If we succeed, all the success must be attributed
to you. And, above all, don’t try to find out what I choose to keep from
you. Be satisfied with what explanations I give you. Now, be careful.”
These conditions seemed quite to suit Fanferlot.
“I will obey your instructions, and be discreet.”
“I shall rely upon you. Now, to begin, you must carry this photograph
to the judge of instruction. I know M. Patrigent is much perplexed about
this case. Explain to him, as if it were your own discovery, what I have
just shown you; repeat for his benefit the scene we have acted, and I am
convinced that this evidence will determine him to release the cashier.
Prosper must be at liberty before I can commence my operations.”
“Of course, patron, but must I let him know that I suspect anyone
besides the banker or cashier?”
“Certainly. Justice must not be kept in ignorance of your intention of
following up this affair. M. Patrigent will tell you to watch Prosper;
you will reply that you will not lose sight of him. I myself will answer
for his being in safe-keeping.”
“Suppose he asks me about Gypsy?”