"Miss Van Hoyt?" he exclaimed.
"Yes!"
He glanced at a calendar.
"Good luck to her!" he answered. "We will talk later. Go back into the restaurant."
I obeyed him, and almost immediately Madame called me to her side.
"I have a message for you," she whispered in my ear.
"You are to be at Max Sonneberg's rifle gallery at four o'clock this afternoon."
"From your husband?" I asked.
"So! You will be there?"
"Certainly! Where is it?" I asked.