"Professor," Tommy suggested, "I think if you stay with us you'll have a better chance to find that child!"
Our guest beamed agreeably at the appelative, then looked toward me.
"I'm sure of it," I said. "We've nowhere to go but anywhere, and that ought to fall in with your plans."
"Pardieu, you overwhelm me! You mean I may sail about with you, searching?"
"Nothing simpler," I assured him. "We've rather taken a fancy to you, haven't we, Tommy?"
"Double it," Tommy laughed. "We agreed last night that you looked like a million-dollar bill to us!"
"Oh, my boys," Monsieur sputtered with embarrassment and pleasure, "you disarm my power to thank you—see, I blush!"
"Damned if he isn't," Tommy grinned at me. "What d'you know about this little gezabo, anyhow!"
Monsieur's face grew more composed as he showed his interest in a new word.
"You say—gazebo?" he asked, blandly. "Is that not a belvedere?"