“What do you mean?”
“There ... in the restaurant. Lean to the right.... Do you see him now?”
“No.”
“He is pouring a glass of champagne for the lady.”
“That is not Lupin.”
“Yes, it is.”
“But I tell you.... Ah! yet, it may be. It looks a great deal like him,” said Ganimard, naively. “And the others—accomplices?”
“No; the lady sitting beside him is Lady Cliveden; the other is the Duchess de Cleath. The gentleman sitting opposite Lupin is the Spanish Ambassador to London.”
Ganimard took a step forward. Sholmes retained him.
“Be prudent. You are alone.”