"He lived here--don't you see, that accounts for the mistake I made in assuming that----" "Forgive me." The lawyer's monitory hand rose again, and he turned to the clerk.

"You can hardly expect me, Mr.Krantz, to regard Mr.
Steingall's 'orders' as in any way controlling my actions.

Kindly show his lordship and me to Monsieur de Courtois's room at once." There was nothing for it but to obey.

Krantz understood exactly how he would be jumped on and pulverized in the morning by irate stockholders in the hotel if any action of his should be adversely reported on by the great Otto Schmidt.
But the visit to de Courtois fizzled out unexpectedly.

The Frenchman, still attired in evening dress, for that is the conventional wedding attire of his race, was lying on the bed sleeping the sleep of utter exhaustion supplemented by bromide.