CHAPTER XVIII

LEFARGE HUNTS ALONE AT NINE o’clock next morning the two colleagues met at the hotel in the rue Castiglione. They had discussed their plan of campaign before separating the previous evening, and did not waste time getting to work. Calling a taxi, they drove once more to the Hotel Continental and asked for their old friend the manager. In a few minutes they were ushered into the presence of that urbane and smiling, but somewhat bored official. “We are exceedingly sorry to trouble you again, monsieur,” apologised Lef…