"He's speaking French. I did not know Kaffar knew French; perhaps he's learned it lately. The words mean that he will stay there for some days."
"Can you describe the street in which this hotel is?" continued Von
Virchow.
Simon began to describe, but we could make nothing of it.
"We can't understand," replied the professor. "Can you draw a sketch of the road to it from the railway station?" and he put a piece of paper and pencil in Simon's hand.
Without hesitating, Simon drew a sketch, a facsimile of which is given on the opposite page.
I had been to Turin, and remembered some of the places the sketch indicated. It might be far from perfect, but it was sufficient for me. It would be child's play to find Kaffar there.
"That will do," I said to the professor. "I'll start at once. Thank you so much."
"Ah, that will do, will it?" he said, with a smile. "Then I'll wake up this man."
Simon woke up as usual, rubbing his eyes, and asked whether any good had been done.
"Everything's been done," cried I. "Come, professor, allow me to write you a cheque. How much shall it be?"