'I assure you, monsieur, that there is no such street and no such hotel,' replied Jacquot, emphatically.
'I am not mistaken,' thought Goring. 'Can that rascally groom, in the interests of his master, have been deceiving me?'
As he had no reason for doubting that the waiter was correct in his statistics, he felt doubt and anger rise in his heart at the anticipation of trouble and difficulty; for if this fellow Gaskins had recognised and deceived him he would at once sound an alarm.
'Have you heard of an English milord in Antwerp called Milord Cadbury?'
'No, monsieur. There are many hotels; he may be in one.'
'Have you a visitors' list in Antwerp?'
'No, monsieur; but here is the Brussels English newspaper, which may contain what monsieur wants.'
It was and is a weekly periodical, which gives the names of all visitors to the Belgian capital and its adjacent cities and towns, and after a brief search Goring found the names of 'Lord Cadbury, Sir Ranald Cheyne, and Miss Cheyne,' as being located at the Hôtel St. Antoine.
'Where is that hotel?'
'Close by, monsieur—at the corner of the Place, adjoining the Marché aux Souliers.'