Yet you tell me that you are not one of those--those--" "Those what ?" I asked eagerly.
"Those who frequent the Cafe des Deux Epingles," she said slowly,--"those who take advantage of the peculiar protection which some of those behind the scenes there are able to extend to their friends." I shook my head.
"I know nothing of the place beyond that brief visit," I answered.

"I know nothing of Louis except as a _maitre d'hotel_ in my favorite restaurant.

I know nothing of the people who frequent the Cafe des Deux Epingles except those I saw there that night.

You," I added, "were one of them.

I can assure you that when I went with Louis to that place I had not the slightest idea that I should meet the person whom I did meet." "What is your name ?" she asked abruptly.
I handed her my card.