I must go and join my daughter and get our dresses to our lodgings; thankful if we succeed so far.

In about an hour, will you not call, when we will resume our conversation which I wish to have, and with practical gain to you.

This is the card of our hotel.

It is not aristocratic, but once there, you will be safe." He spoke with such tranquil assurance that Claudius had not a doubt.

He took the card, read the address: "Hotel Persepolitan," so that if he lost the card, it might be in his mind, and nodded with a kind of gratefulness.