"When I came back from my last voyage," pursued Holgate, "I was in Paris for a bit, and went into the Comédie one night, and——"
I never heard the rest of Holgate's reminiscence, for the word regarding the theatre suddenly sent a message to my memory and lighted it up instantaneously. I said aloud, and with some excitement,
"Trebizond!"
Holgate ceased talking, and Pye removed his cigarette hastily.
"What, may we venture to ask, is Trebizond?" he said presently.
I smiled foolishly. "Oh, it is only that I have made a discovery," I said, "a small discovery."
Again there was silence.
"Perhaps we are worthy to hear it," suggested Holgate equably.
Pye still held his cigarette between his fingers and looked at me out of his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Oh, nothing much," said I, and glanced at my watch. "I'm sorry, I must see my patient safe for the night. I'll look in again."