"
"I shall go to the Cafe Montmartre myself to-night. At such a place
there must be hangers-on and parasites who see something of the game. I
shall try to come into touch with them. I am rich enough to outbid the
others who exact their silence."
"You must be rich enough to buy their lives then," Spencer answered
gravely, "for if you do succeed in tempting any one to betray the inner
happenings of that place on which the seal of silence has been put, you
will hear of them in the Morgue before a fortnight has passed."
"They must take their risk," Duncombe said coldly. "I am going to stuff
my pockets with money to-night, and I shall bid high. I shall leave word
at the hotel where I am going. If anything happens to me there--well, I
don't think the Cafe Montmartre will flourish afterwards."
"Duncombe," his friend said gravely, "nothing will happen to you at the
Cafe Montmartre. Nothing ever does happen to any one there. You remember
poor De Laurson?"
"Quite well. He was stabbed by a girl in the Rue Pigalle."
"He was stabbed in the Cafe Montmartre, but his body was found in the
Rue Pigalle. Then there was the Vicomte de Sauvinac.
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