“You’re mad, my man; or rather you’re trying to trick us!”
William hesitated; then he made up his mind: “I’ve got the letters all right,” he said quickly. “What I mean to say is, they’re not on me.”
“Where are they?” [[104]]
“A friend of mine is taking care of them for me,” said William.
“Where is he?” snapped Marescal.
“In the hotel. I’ll go and find him.”
“There’s no need to do that,” said Marescal, guessing the identity of his friend.
He rang the bell. The chambermaid answered it.
“You’ll find a young lady waiting in the corridor,” said Marescal. “Tell her that Mr. William wants her and bring her here.”
William started.