by his side, the boatman being told to wait. They walked to the Hotel de l'Europe and learned that the express for Paris left at eight minutes past eight.
"Were you ever in Morlaix before, Johnny?" asked Stranleigh.
"No."
"Over there is an interesting fountain, called the Fontaine des Anglais, and it marks the spot where six hundred Englishmen were treacherously surprised in their sleep and killed. That was in the year 1522. One of their comrades betrayed them for foreign gold. What do you think of that, Johnny?"
"Rather a beastly thing to do," replied Hazel, staring at him.
"Johnny, what was my price?"
Hazel's face had suddenly become as pale as the Professor's. He made no reply.
"What I really want to know is this. Were you paid cash down, as I hope, or were you to receive the money when the job was done, as I fear?"
"I have broken my contract by setting you ashore, Lord Stranleigh," said Hazel, finding his voice at last.
"Yes, I am sure of that. I am glad you put me ashore of your own free will. Your action wipes the slate clean so far as I am concerned. Does this yacht belong to Isaacstein, or did he merely charter it?"
