A few weeks later, Frollo’s studies were disturbed by a loud knock on his chamber door. “Enter!” he called out. It was his brother Jehan. He had come, as he often did, to borrow some money. Frollo was not surprised. “Dear brother,” said Jehan. “I am so sorry to bother you. But I need to borrow a little money—for my studies.” Claude Frollo knew his brother well. He knew that Jehan liked to spend time in the taverns, drinking with his friends. “Are you sure you will buy books with it?” “Yes, of course, dear brother! But if any is left over, I may have a small glass or two with my good friend Phoebus.” “Who?” “Oh, Captain Phoebus, a gentleman. We’re planning to meet tonight at the tavern. But only for a short time. After that, he’s meeting with a young lady called Esmeralda.”
The priest saw an opportunity. He would give his brother the money to have a drink with Phoebus. Then he would follow him. Perhaps Captain Phoebus would lead him to Esmeralda.
Dose it mean: by following the Captain he would see Esmeralda.