CHAPTER XXIII
WE MEET M. PIGOT
I was just getting ready to leave the office the next afternoon when
Godfrey called me up.
"How are you feeling to-day, Lester?" he asked.
"Not as fit as I might," I said.
"Have you arranged to start on that vacation Thursday?"
"I don't think that's a good joke, Godfrey."
"It isn't a joke at all. I want you to arrange it. But meanwhile, how would you like a whiff of salt air this evening?"
"First rate. How will I get it?"
"The Savoie will get to quarantine about six o'clock. I'm going down on our boat to meet her. I want to have a talk with Inspector Pigot—the French detective. Will you come along?"