"That's right, Wilson: watch. I shall employ the interval in preparing a plan of campaign better suited to the adversary whom we have to deal with. You see, Wilson, we were wrong about Lupin. We must start again from the beginning."
"Even earlier, if we can. But have we time?"
"Nine days, old chap: five days more than we want."
The Englishman spent the whole afternoon smoking and dozing. He did not begin operations until the following morning:
"I'm ready now, Wilson. We can go ahead."
"Let's go ahead," cried Wilson, full of martial ardour. "My legs are twitching to start."
Shears had three long interviews: first, with Maître Detinan, whose flat he inspected through and through; next, with Suzanne Gerbois, to whom he telegraphed to come and whom he questioned about the blonde lady; lastly with Sœur Auguste, who had returned to the Visitation Convent after the murder of Baron d'Hautrec.
At each visit, Wilson waited outside and, after each visit, asked:
"Satisfied?"