I will call the manager." Duncombe tore the bill in half and turned away.

He bowed to the lady at the desk.
"I see that you were right," he said.

"I will leave." "Monsieur is wise," she answered without looking up.
He left the cafe without speaking to any one further.

When he reached the pavement he slipped a five-franc piece into the hand of the tall commissionaire.
"You know most of the young ladies who come here, I suppose ?" he asked.
"But certainly!" the man answered with a smile, "Monsieur desires ?" "I want the address of a young lady named Mermillon--Flossie, I think they call her," Duncombe said.
"Thirty-one, Rue Pigalle," the man answered promptly.

"But she should be here within an hour.