The head-waiter obeyed. Five minutes after, he returned and, standing in front of the table, with his back to the restaurant, as though discussing the quality of the cigars with his customers, he said:
"Well? What is it?"
Lupin laid a number of hundred-franc notes in a row on the table:
"One note for each definite answer to my questions."
"Done!"
"Now then. How many of you were there with Baron Altenheim?"
"Seven, without counting myself."
"No more?"
"No. Once only, we picked up some workmen in Italy to make the underground passage from the Villa des Glycines, at Garches."
"Were there two underground passages?"