Ah, I see the name now.
T-O-R-I-N-O.

TORINO, that's it." "Torino!" I cried, "Turin! That's a town in Italy, some distance beyond the French border." The professor beckoned me to be quiet.
"Kaffar is at Torino, is he ?" said the professor.
"That's it--yes." "What is he doing ?" "Talkin' with a man who keeps an hotel." "What does he say ?" "It's in a foreign language, and I can't tell." "Can you repeat what he said ?" "It sounded like this--'_Je restey ici pour kelka jour_;' but I can't make out what it means." The professor turned to me.
"He's speaking French.

I did not know Kaffar knew French; perhaps he's learned it lately.

The words mean that he will stay there for some days." "Can you describe the street in which this hotel is ?" continued Von Virchow.
Simon began to describe, but we could make nothing of it.
"We can't understand," replied the professor.

"Can you draw a sketch of the road to it from the railway station ?" and he put a piece of paper and pencil in Simon's hand.
Without hesitating, Simon drew a sketch, a facsimile of which is given on the opposite page.
I had been to Turin, and remembered some of the places the sketch indicated.