He laughed once more, and drew his chair closer to the table.
“Monsieur in other moods must have a pleasant laughter.”
“I haven’t laughed from the heart in a very long time,” he said, returning to his former gravity, this time unassumed.
“And I have accomplished this amazing thing?”
“No. You followed me here. But from where?”
“Followed you?” The effort to give a mocking accent to her voice was a failure.
“Yes. The idea just occurred to me. There were other vacant chairs, and there was nothing inviting in my facial expression. Come, let me have the truth.”
“I have a friend who knows Flora Desimone.”
“Ah!” As if this information was a direct visitation of kindness from the gods. “Then you know where the Calabrian lives? Give me her address.”
There was a minute wrinkle above the unknown’s nose; the shadow of a frown. “She is very beautiful.”