The two men gripped hands. Kendricks was carrying his own bag and smoking his accustomed pipe. He had apparently been asleep in the carriage and was looking a little more untidy than usual.
"I got your wire all right," Julien said, "and I am thundering glad to see you. Are you just in search of the ordinary sort of copy, or is there anything special doing?"
"Something special," Kendricks answered, "and you're in it. When can we talk? No hurry, as long as I see you some time to-night."
"I am entirely at your service," Julien declared. "I have been bored to death for the last few weeks and I am only too anxious to have a talk. You don't mind if I see this young lady to her friend's house first? I don't know exactly where it is, but it won't take very long. She is all alone, and as long as we have met I feel that I ought to look after her."
"Naturally," Kendricks agreed. "I can go to my hotel and meet you anywhere you say for supper."
Julien glanced at his watch.
"It is ten o'clock within a minute or two," he announced. "Supposing we make it half-past eleven at the Abbaye?"
Kendricks nodded.
"That'll suit me. So long!"
He strode away in search of a cab. Julien returned to Lady Anne and took the jewel-case from her fingers.