“Is there such a thing as an inn called the Lion d’Or at a short league outside the town?”
“Yes, about a league from here.”
“On the Route de Valognes, is it?”
“Yes, on the Route de Valognes.”
“Well, I have every reason to believe that this inn was the head-quarters of Lupin’s friends. It was from there that they entered into communication with my father.”
“What an idea! Your father spoke to nobody. He saw nobody.”
“He saw nobody, but they made use of an intermediary.”
“What proof have you?”
“This photograph.”
“But it’s your photograph!”