What could have taken place? This Lecoq must know without a moment's
delay. He gave a peculiar whistle, to warn his companion that he
momentarily abandoned the pursuit of him; and having received a similar
signal in response, he entered the shop. The owner was still standing
behind the counter. Lecoq wasted no time in parleying. He merely showed
his card to acquaint the man with his profession, and curtly asked:
"What did the fellow want who was just in here?"
The shopkeeper seemed embarrassed. "It's a long story," he stammered.
"Then tell it!" said Lecoq, surprised at the man's hesitation.
"Oh, it's very simple. About twelve days ago a man entered my shop with
a bundle under his arm. He claimed to be a countryman of mine."
"Are you an Alsatian?"
"Yes, sir. Well, I went with this man to the wine-shop at the corner,
where he ordered a bottle of good wine; and while we drank together, he
asked me if I would consent to keep the package he had with him until
one of his cousins came to claim it. To prevent any mistake, this cousin
was to say certain words--a countersign, as it were. I refused, shortly
and decidedly, for the very month before I had got into trouble and had
been charged with receiving stolen goods, all by obliging a person in
this way. Well, you never saw a man so vexed and so surprised. What made
me all the more determined in my refusal was that he offered me a good
round sum in payment for my trouble. This only increased my suspicion,
and I persisted in my refusal.
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