“The Beau Visage.”
“The landlord’s name?”
“Triboulet.”
“His appearance?”
“Short and fat, a red face, eyes like gimlets, and a head as bald as an egg.”
My captor nodded.
“That’s Triboulet,” he said. “A fine fellow.”
“Yes,” I agreed; “and his wife——”
My captor smacked his lips.
“She made you an omelet?”