About three weeks ago, one morning, I had just finished with half a dozen clients at my office in the Rue de Fame, when my servant brought me Catenac's card.

After some talk, he asked me if I could find out a person that he had utterly lost sight of.

Of course I said, yes, I could.

Upon this he asked me to make an appointment for ten the next morning, when some one would call on me regarding the affair.
At the appointed time a shabbily dressed man was shown in.

I looked at him up and down, and saw that, in spite of his greasy hat and threadbare coat, his linen was of the finest kind, and that his shoes were the work of one of our best bootmakers.