"I am certainly a clever detective," said he. "But I am only a man after
all, and I can't answer for the actions of another man. All depends upon
Hector. If it were another criminal, I should say I was sure. I am
doubtful about him, I frankly confess. We ought, above all, to count
upon the firmness of Mademoiselle Courtois; can we, think you?"
"She is firmness itself."
"Then there's hope. But can we really suppress this affair? What will
happen when Sauvresy's narrative is found? It must be concealed
somewhere in Valfeuillu, and Tremorel, at least, did not find it."
"It will not be found," said M. Plantat, quickly.
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it."