“You talk too much,” said Pere Antoine roughly.  “Now, monsieur,” he said, addressing me in fair English, “what is the nature of your business that it can possibly concern either M. Duchaine or his daughter?  Perhaps I can inform you, since he is one of my parishioners.”

“My conversation was not with you, monsieur le cure,” I answered shortly, and left the shop.  I had ascertained what I needed to know, and had no desire to enter into a discussion of my business with the old man.

I had not gone three paces from the door, however, when the priest, coming up behind me, placed a huge hand upon my shoulder and swung me around without the least apparent effort.

“I do not know what your business is, monsieur,” he said, “but if it were an honest one you would state it to me.  If you wish to see M. Duchaine I am best qualified to assist you to do so, since I visit his chateau twice each year to carry the consolations of religion to him and his people.  But if your business is not honest it will fail.  End it then and return to your own country.”

“I do not intend to discuss my business with you, monsieur,” I answered angrily.  It is humiliating to be in the physical grip of another man, even though he be a priest.

He let me go and stood eyeing me with his keen gaze.  I jumped on a passing car, but looking back, I saw him striding along behind it.  He seemed to walk as quickly as the car went through the crowded street, and with no effort.

When I got off in the neighbourhood of the Place d’Armes it was nearly dark; but though I could not see the old man, I was convinced that he was still following me.

I found Jacqueline in her room looking over her purchases, and took her down to dinner.

And here I had another disconcerting experience, for hardly were we seated when the inquisitive stranger whom I had seen at the ferry came into the dining-room, and after a careful survey which ended as his eyes fell on us, he took his seat at an adjacent table.

I could not but connect him with our presence there.

Leroux was due to arrive at any moment.  I realized that great issues were at stake, that the man would never cease in his attempts to get hold of Jacqueline.  Only when I had returned her to her father’s house would I feel safe from him.

The chateau was the worst place to have made my headquarters.  If I had realized the man’s persistence, perhaps I would have sought less conspicuous lodgings.  Leroux’s behaviour at the railroad station had betrayed both an ungovernable temper when he was crossed, and to a certain extent, fearlessness.

Nevertheless I believed him to have also an elemental cunning which would dissuade him from violent measures so long as we were in Quebec.  I resolved, therefore, not to avoid him, but to await his lead.

After dinner I had some conversation with one of the hotel clerks.  I discovered that the Riviere d’Or flowed into the Gulf of St. Lawrence from the north, in the neighbourhood of Anticosti.