Presently a waiter approached her with a card on a salver.
She glanced at it, said something to the man, and while he hastened away, she resumed her supper in a leisurely manner.
There were many fashionable guests in the room.
In a few moments Harry saw her father approach her smilingly, and sit down at the same table with her.
"Now is my time to nab him!" muttered Harry.
He ran into the hotel without ceremony, and making his way to the door of the dining-room, he paid no heed to the servants who offered to take his hat, mackintosh and umbrella.
In he dashed, his queer actions causing the guests to look up at him in astonishment, and he headed for La Croix.
The Frenchman had a big carving knife in his hand with which he was going to cut a steak instead of allowing the waiter to do it.
Harry's hand fell upon his shoulder.
"La Croix, you are my prisoner!" he exclaimed.