"The balrogue will have taken it to the House of Lost Boys of Mademoiselle Ouendi Pierre-Pan."
"Oh oui! Monsieur!"
"I managed to trace the child's movements so far, but then it recedes into the shadows of Mordor, and every enquiry into their activities has been vain."
"But the Count of Monte Fato knows nothing of it; otherwise, he would not seek us out, as he does."
"Ah, the wickedness of men is deep, deeper than the goodness of Érou or the love life of Luthienne!" shuddered Villefaramir. "Have you remarked the Eye of that man, when he spoke to you?"
"No doubt," replied the baroness, shrugging in her turn. "He is bizarre, voilà tout. Only one thing I noticed, which is that he did not eat one bite of the repast he gave us."
"Yes, and had I known what I know now, I would not have eaten a bite myself. I would have believed he wanted to poison us."
"You would have been wrong, you see it well."
