"Ah!" said he, "the little chestnut seller will always be there; but I may lose the others if I stay here." He followed the two men as quickly as possible.

They did not go very far, and speedily entered a fine house in the Rue Montmartre.

Here Andre was for a moment puzzled, as he did not know to whom they were paying a visit, but noticing an inscription on the wall of "Cashier's Office on the first floor," he exclaimed,-- "Ah! it is to the banker's they have gone!" He questioned a man coming downstairs and heard that M.Martin Rigal, the banker, had his offices and residence there.
"I have struck a vein of good luck to-day," thought he; "and now if my little friend the chestnut seller can only tell me the names of these men, I have done a good day's work.

I _do_ hope that he has not gone." The boy was still there, and he had two customers standing by the chafing-dish which contained the glowing charcoal, and a working lad in cap and blouse was arguing so hotly with the lad that they did not notice Andre's appearance.
"You can stow that chat," said the boy; "I have told your father the price I would take.

You want my station and stock-in-trade.