"Any name you like."
The doctor took a sheet of paper and wrote down the description, looking at Siméon between the phrases and muttering:
"Gray hair. . . . Clean-shaven. . . . Yellow spectacles. . . ."
Then he stopped and asked:
"But how do I know that I shall be paid the money? That's essential, you know. I want bank-notes, real ones."
"You shall have them."
"Where are they?"
"In a hiding-place that can't be got at."
"Tell me where."
"I have no objection. Even if I give you a clue to the general position, you'll never find it."
"Well, go on."
"Grégoire had the money in her keeping, four million francs. It's on board the barge. We'll go there together and I'll count you out the first million."
"You say those millions are on board the barge?"
"Yes."
"And there are four of tho
