“His name?”
“I do not know his name; that is just what I wanted to find out I might have found his tailor’s name on the coat, and then have discovered for whom the coat was made.”
“You are aware that the proprietor of the hotel did not insert the forged advertisement?”
“So he says.”
“You doubt his word? You insult France in one of her citizens!”
Maitland apologized.
“Then whom do you suspect of inserting the advertisement, as you deny having done it yourself, for some purpose which does not appear?”
“I believe the owner of the coat put in the advertisement.”
“That is absurd. What had he to gain by it?”
“To remove me from London, where he is probably conspiring against me at this moment.”