"All right," agreed de Loubersac. "What should it be?... Suppose I say monoplane?"
"I will answer dirigible," said Juve-Vagualame.
"Agreed."
De Loubersac rapidly mounted the steps leading to the quay, glad to close a detestable interview.
Juve-Vagualame remained below. He struck his forehead.
"Monsieur Henri!" he called.
"What?"
"The meeting place to-morrow?"
De Loubersac had just signalled to a taxi: he leaned over the parapet and called to Juve-Vagualame, who had got no farther than the middle of the steps:
"Why at half past three, in the garden, as usual!"