"Anatole Labergerie is a respectable garage-keeper.

I know him well.

Half an hour ago I called him out of bed, chiefly on account of his front name, and he told me that Mr.Hunter hired a car from him last evening, but never showed up at the appointed place and time, and the chauffeur brought the car back to the garage to wait further orders." "I have no wish to traduce Anatole Labergerie," said Curtis, "but I am quite sure that the man under arrest is the driver of the car in which the Hungarians made off.

He has admitted, too, that Jean de Courtois is his friend." A low whistle revealed Steingall's revised view of the situation.
"Don't go away," he said.

"Clancy and I will be with you in less than quarter of an hour." Curtis hung up the receiver, and announced the new development.