It was at their third interview that his star shone again, and again dazzled him to indiscreetness. He told the beautiful lady exactly why he wanted to know all that she could tell him about the Jew financier. The beautiful lady clapped her hands till all her gold bangles rattled musically, and said—
"But I will tell you all—everything! I felt that you wished to know—but I thought . . . however . . . are you sure it will all be in your paper?"
"But yes, Madame!" said he.
Then she folded her hands on the greeny satin lap of her tea-gown, and told him many things. And as she spoke he pieced things together, and was aware that she spoke the truth.
When she had finished speaking, his mission was almost accomplished. His luck had done all this for him. The lady promised even documents and evidence. Then he thanked her, and she said—
"No thanks, please. I suppose this will ruin him?"
"I'm afraid it will," said he.
