"Paris always has its problems," he answered. "Kendricks realizes that.
The plotting of the world takes place within a mile of Montmartre."
They were nearing Westminster. Julien drew his wife towards him and kissed her.
"I shall only be about twenty minutes, dear," he suggested. "Why not wait?"
"Of course," she replied. "I have a little electric lamp here, and a book. I'd love to."
Julien walked blithely into the House. Lady Anne turned on the lamp, drew out her book, and leaned back among the cushions with a deep sigh of content.
* * * * *
That same night, wandering around Paris, Kendricks met Monsieur,
Madame, and Mademoiselle.
"It is the gallant Englishman!" mademoiselle exclaimed.
"It is the gentleman who ate both portions of chicken!" madame cried, clapping her hands.
It was a veritable meeting. Kendricks willingly joined their little party and sat down with them in the brightly-lit cafe. Monsieur ordered wine.