‘We try to do our best, monsieur. It is very gratifying to learn that your friend was satisfied.’
‘Did he not tell you so? He generally says what he thinks.’
‘I am not sure that I know your friend, monsieur. When was he here?’
‘Oh, you’d remember him right enough if you saw him. There he is.’ Lefarge took a photograph of Boirac from his pocket and handed it over.
‘But yes, monsieur. Quite well I remember your friend. But,’ he hesitated slightly, ‘he did not strike me as being so much pleased with the lunch as you suggest. I thought indeed he considered the restaurant not quite——’ He shrugged his shoulders.
‘He was not very well, but he was pleased right enough. It was last Thursday he was here, wasn’t it?’
‘Last Thursday, monsieur? No, I think it was earlier. Let me see, I think it was Monday.’
‘I made a mistake. It was not Thursday. I remember now it was Tuesday he said. Was it not Tuesday?’
‘Perhaps it was, monsieur, I am not certain; though I rather think it was Monday.’
‘He telephoned to me that day from Charenton—I think he said from here. Did he telephone from here?’