CHAPTER X.
By this time he had concluded the alteration in his toilet which was necessary to assure his entrance into the hotel without occasioning comment; and as Dollops had followed suit they readily passed muster, when they alighted, for an ordinary English gentleman accompanied by an ordinary English manservant.
"What was the charge at the garage ?" inquired Cleek of Dollops just previously to alighting.
"I dunno wot it runs to in this 'ere rum lingo of francs and sous, sir," said Dollops, "but the garage gent he said it would amount to two pounds ten in English money, so I'll have to leave you to work it out for yourself.

The shuvver, he said sommink about 'poor boars'-- which I've heard is wot you has to give 'em as a tip to themselves, Gov'nor--so I promised him 'arf a crown to stop at 'tother end of that passage leadin' up from The Twisted Arm till he was wanted, sir.

Made it a good tip because I wanted him to be there sure--it would have been a case of 'nab' for us if he hadn't.

Wasn't too much, was it, sir ?" "No," said Cleek--and let him see that it wasn't by giving the chauffeur a pourboire of ten francs and sending him back to the garage with the impression that he had had dealings with a millionaire.
Ten minutes later the hotel register bore the record of the arrival of "Mr.Philip Barch and servant"; and one attendant was engaged in showing the servant into a neat little bedroom which was to be his resting-place until morning while another was ushering the master into the suite engaged by the Baron de Carjorac.
Three persons were there: the Baron, his daughter, and his daughter's companion; but Cleek saw but one--and that the only one who made no movement, uttered no sound, when he came into the room.

Curiously pale and curiously quiet, she stood with one arm resting on the mantelpiece and the other hanging by her side, looking at him--looking _for_ him, in fact--but not saying one word, not making one sound.