"What is she doing here with this physician?" he asked
himself again and again. "Who is this man? What new piece of
infamy are they plotting to require his services?" One of those
presentiments which are prompted by the logic of events, told him
that this physician had been, or would be, one of the actors in
the vile conspiracy of which he and Mademoiselle Marguerite were
the victims. But he had no leisure to devote to the solution of
this enigma. Time was flying, and before returning to the
marquis's house he must find out what had aroused the suspicions
of the purchaser of those horses, the biographies of which had
been so rigidly exacted. Through the baron, he might hope to
obtain an interview with Kami-Bey--and so it was to the baron's
house that Pascal directed his steps.
After the more than cordial reception which the baron had granted
him that morning, it was quite natural that the servants should
receive him as a friend of the household. They would scarcely
allow him to explain what he desired. It was the pompous head
valet in person who ushered him into one of the small reception-
rooms, exclaiming: "The baron's engaged, but I'm sure he would be
annoyed if he failed to see you; and I will inform him at once."
A moment later, the baron entered quite breathless from his
hurried descent of the staircase. "Ah! you have been successful,"
he exclaimed, on seeing Pascal's face.
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