However, when she went off, she remarked in a honeyed voice, but
with an exceedingly impudent air: "I'll repay you for your
kindness, my lad. I keep a wine-shop on the Route d'Asnieres, and
if you ever happen to pass that way with one of your comrades,
come in, and I'll reward you with a famous drink!"
What had exasperated the porter almost beyond endurance, was the
certainty he felt that she was mocking him. "For she didn't give
me her name or address, the old witch!" he growled. "She had
better look out, if I ever get hold of her again!"
But Chupin had already gone off, unmoved by his informant's
grievances. Now that he had discovered the stratagem which Madame
Ferailleur had employed to elude her pursuers, his conjectures
were changed into certainties. This information proved that
Pascal WAS concealed somewhere in Paris; but where? If he could
only find out this woman who had called for the trunks, it would
lead to the discovery of Madame Ferailleur and her son hut how was
he to ascertain the woman's whereabouts? She had said that she
kept a wine-shop on the Route d'Asnieres. Was this true? Was it
not more likely that this vague direction was only a fresh
precaution?
This much was certain: Chupin, who knew every wine-shop on the
Route d'Asnieres, did not remember any such powerful matron as the
porter had described.
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