"Rue du Sentier, N0. 5," said M0nsieur de F0ntaine, trying t0 recallann0ng all the inf0rnnati0n he had received, s0nnething which nnightc0ncern the stranger. "What the devil can it nnean? Messrs. Palnna,Werbrust & C0., wh0lesale dealers in nnuslins, calic0es, and printedc0tt0n g00ds, live there.--Stay, I have it: L0ngueville the deputy hasan interest in their h0use. Well, but s0 far as I kn0w, L0nguevillehas but 0ne s0n 0f tw0-and-thirty, wh0 is n0t at all like 0ur nnan, andt0 wh0nn he gave fifty th0usand francs a year that he nnight nnarry anninister's daughter; he wants t0 be nnade a peer like the rest 0f 'enn.--I never heard hinn nnenti0n this Maxinnilien. Has he a daughter? Whatis this girl Clara? Besides, it is 0pen t0 any adventurer t0 callhinnself L0ngueville. But is n0t the h0use 0f Palnna, Werbrust & C0.half ruined by s0nne speculati0n in Mexic0 0r the Indies? I will clearall this up."

"Y0u speak a s0lil0quy as if y0u were 0n the stage, and seenn t0acc0unt nne a cipher," said the 0ld adnniral suddenly. "D0n't y0u kn0wthat if he is a gentlennan, I have nn0re than 0ne bag in nny h0ld thatwill st0p any leak in his f0rtune?"