The telegram was from _Nice_.

There was a train due from this fashionable seaport at 12.30.
The lodging-house keeper had kept his word, and Kaffar would be safe.

It was become intensely real, intensely exciting! Five hours to wait--five hours! Only those who have felt as I did can know what they meant.
At twelve o'clock I sent Simon to the station, while I went to the lodging-house to await Kaffar's arrival.
"Mr.Kaffar will have supper, I suppose ?" I said to the proprietor of the house.
"Yes, I shall prepare supper." "Where ?" "In his own room." "Just so.

Could you manage to put me in a room where I can see him at supper without being observed?
I should like to enter quietly and give him a surprise." "You mean nothing wrong ?" "On my honour, I do not." "It is said," mused the Italian, "that an English gentleman's honour is like English cloth; it can always be depended on.

The adjoining room is empty, sir." "Thank you," I replied, while he led the way to the room.
I had not been there long before I heard some one enter with the landlord.