Keralio looked anxious.
"Is there any danger of them having shadowed you and followed you here?"
"No—mon cher, pas le mains du monde. It took me three hours to come here from ze Pennsylvania station—such a crazy in and out route I gave ze chauffeur. If they succeed in following such a labyrinth as that, they deserve to get us."
Keralio smiled and pointed to a bottle of brandy on the table. Approvingly, he said:
"Good boy! There, take a drink and a cigar——"
After the valet had refreshed himself, he again confronted his chief.
"What else à votre service?"
Keralio pointed carelessly to a seat. In a commanding tone, he said:
"Yes—I have more work for you. Sit down. I will tell you."
The valet took a chair and waited. Keralio looked at him meditatively for a moment. Then suddenly he asked: