“And about this woman! What was she like? Was she his wife or his daughter?”
“He called her his daughter. I am not sure about the relationship. She had been good-looking, I should say, but she was very ill.”
“What did she tell you—about the man Johnson?”
“That he had gone to England to try to get some money. They were almost destitute! He was a good guide, she said, but people came so often to Paris, and they liked some one fresh. Then she coughed—how she coughed!”
“Did she tell you to what part of England the man Johnson had gone?”
“I asked her, but she was not sure. I do not believe that she knew. She said that there was some one in England who was very rich, and from whom he hoped to be able to get money.”
“Anything else?”
“No! I spoke of myself as an old client of Johnny’s, and I left money. Afterwards, at the café where I lunched, I found a commissionaire who told me more about our friend.”
“Ah! What was the name of the café?”
“The Café de Paris!”