Shears joined Wilson down below.
They went home in a depressed mood; and this second day ended in silent gloom.
They followed a similar programme on the following day. They sat down on a bench in the Avenue Henri-Martin. Wilson, who was thoroughly bored by this interminable wait opposite the three houses, felt driven to desperation:
"What do you expect, Shears? To see Lupin come out?"
"No."
"Or the blonde lady?"
"No."
"What, then?"
"I expect some little thing to happen, some little tiny thing which I can use as a starting-point."