Phil got out. There were heads at all the windows; the cab had made a stir in the little street.
“Perhaps she saw me come,” thought Phil, as he went into the house.
It was the right address, but Mlle. Suzanne was not at home.
Phil arrives at the Hotel
“You’ll find Mlle. Suzanne in the Boulevard de Vaugirard, Number 13 bis. You go this way, turn to the right, then to the left; there’s a door with plaster in front of it. Then ask for Mlle. Suzanne.”
Phil paid the cabman and set off on foot. He walked to the right, then to the left, and found himself in the Boulevard de Vaugirard, at that time of day deserted. Turning again to the left, he saw a heap of plaster with a door behind it. Phil knocked timidly.
“Entrez!” cried a voice of thunder.
Phil had just time to pull down his cuffs. There was no time to push up his cravat. “Come in!”—said in such a tone allowed of no delay.