‘So that you must have met your friend at Châtelet about twenty past eleven?’
‘About that, I should think.’
‘Now your friend. I should like a note of his name and address.’
‘His name I have already given you, Myron H. Burton. His address I unfortunately cannot, as I do not know it.’
‘His home address, then?’
‘I don’t know that, either. I met him in an hotel in New York. We played billiards together a few times and became friendly enough, but not to the extent of exchanging our family histories.’
‘When was that, M. Boirac?’
‘In the summer of 1908, no, 1909, three years ago.’
‘And the hotel?’
‘The Hudson View, the one that was burnt out last Christmas.’