She reflected for a moment.
“You mean the wonderful Frenchman,” she asked, “the head of the criminal department of the Double-Four?”
“The man who was at its head when it existed. The criminal department, as you know, has all been done away with. The Double-Four has now no more concern with those who break the law, save in those few instances where great issues demand it.”
“But Monsieur Guillot still exists?”
“He not only exists,” answered Peter, “but he is here in London, a rebel and a defiant one. Do you know who came to see me the other morning?”
She shook her head.
“Sir John Dory,” Peter continued. “He came here with a request. He begged for my help. Guillot is here, committed to some enterprise which no one can wholly fathom. Dory has enough to do with other things, as you can imagine, just now. Besides, I think he recognizes that Monsieur Guillot is rather a hard nut for the ordinary English detective to crack.”
“And you?” she demanded, breathlessly.
“I join forces with Dory,” Peter admitted. “Sogrange agrees with me. Guillot was associated with the Double-Four too long for us to have him make scandalous history either here or in Paris.”
“You have seen him?”