“Tell me where you drove this lady?”
“I took her to the Rue de Berry.”
“To what number?”
“Ah, I can’t tell. I’ve forgotten it.”
But M. Fortunat no longer felt any anxiety. “Very good,” said he. “You’ve forgotten it—that’s not at all strange. But you would know the house again, wouldn’t you?”
“Undoubtedly I should.”
“Will you take me there?”
“Certainly, sir. This is my vehicle.”
The hunter of missing heirs at once climbed inside; but it was not until the carriage had left the courtyard that the landlord returned to his office. “That man must be a detective,” he remarked to his wife.
“So I fancy.”