IV The Infernal TrapWhen the race was over, a crowd of people, streaming toward the exit from the grand stand, pushed against Nicolas Dugrival. He brought his hand smartly to the inside pocket of his jacket.
"What's the matter?" asked his wife.
"I still feel nervous … with that money on me! I'm afraid of some nasty accident."
She muttered:
"And I can't understand you. How can you think of carrying such a sum about with you? Every farthing we possess! Lord knows, it cost us trouble enough to earn!"
"Pooh!" he said. "No one would guess that it is here, in my pocket–book."
"Yes, yes," she grumbled. "That young man–servant whom we discharged last week knew all about it, didn't he, Gabriel?"
"Yes, aunt," said a youth standing beside her.
Nicolas Dugrival, his wife and his nephew Gabriel
