Go yourself.

Trust no one.

When you have conferred with dear Euphrosyne, you can send all your letters to Madame Louison at Paris under cover.

She will find out a safe way to get them to me--even if she has to send her man, Jules, over here.

He is quick-witted, and he will find a way to reach me." There was a dawning wonder in Justine's eyes.
"Who is this strange Madame Louison?
Can you trust her ?" "Ah! Justine!" murmured Nadine, "She is only one who loves me, for love's own sake, but I know I can trust her.