He must tell the great doctor in the library all about it. And the great doctor himself also had a second look at his young guests.
His was a kindly farewell, but he lifted a hand when the boys tried to thank him for the boon of life he had conferred by his action of the night.
“In your prayers, my boys; in your prayers.”
He turned and shut himself in with his books.
“You know of this location?”
Henri read to Armand from the address on the packet.
“Do I know my name? It is the grand boulevard. And the number—that, too, is easy.”
Armand knew his Paris.
“March on!” Billy giving mock command.
Reddy’s dream of Paris had first been realized in the form of a nightmare, but now it ranged to climax of delight—the Place de la Concorde, one of the largest and most elegant squares in Europe; the Egyptian obelisk; the magnificent Arc de Triomphe; the column to Napoleon I; the gardens of the Tuileries; the Louvre; the Art Palace; the Eiffel tower—just a few of the beauty spots noted in the passing on that first day when trouble was napping.