I will jump into a cab; you had better drive to my room and wait for me there.

I will turn up at the end of an hour." Newman assented protestingly, let his friend go, and then betook himself to the picturesque little apartment in the Rue d'Anjou.

It was more than an hour before Valentin returned, but when he did so he was able to announce that he had found one of his desired friends, and that this gentleman had taken upon himself the care of securing an associate.
Newman had been sitting without lights by Valentin's faded fire, upon which he had thrown a log; the blaze played over the richly-encumbered little sitting-room and produced fantastic gleams and shadows.

He listened in silence to Valentin's account of what had passed between him and the gentleman whose card he had in his pocket--M.

Stanislas Kapp, of Strasbourg--after his return to Mademoiselle Nioche's box.