“Do you place confidence in our landlord⁠— M. Bonacieux?”

“I? Not the least in the world.”

“Oh, you do quite right, Monsieur.”

“But why this question?”

“Because, while you were talking with him, I watched you without listening to you; and, Monsieur, his countenance changed color two or three times!”

“Bah!”

“Preoccupied as Monsieur was with the letter he had received, he did not observe that; but I, whom the strange fashion in which that letter came into the house had placed on my guard⁠—I did not lose a movement of his features.”

“And you found it?”