"Let's get on the barge," said Don Luis. "I've left some important papers there."
Patrice followed him. Opposite the cabin containing Grégoire's body was another cabin, reached by the same companion-way. It was furnished with a table and a chair.
"Here, captain," said Don Luis, taking a letter from the drawer of the table and settling it, "is a letter which I will ask you to . . . but don't let us waste words. I shall hardly have time to satisfy your curiosity. Our friends are coming nearer. Well, we were saying, the golden triangle . . ."
He listened to what was happening outside with an attention whose real meaning Patrice was soon to understand. And, continuing to give ear, he resumed:
"The golden triangle? There are problems which we solve more or less by accident, without trying.
