"Nothing at all," declared Fandor.
While Fandor was going downstairs the pseudo Mme. Ceiron made a grimace.
"He's found nothing, hasn't he? And yet he's turned over everything I left in that drawer! He's not so clever as Juve, although he isn't a fool.... After all, I don't care, I've got them both where I want them."
Jerome Fandor shouted an address to his driver:
"Rue Bonaparte, and if you hurry there's a good tip waiting for you."
CHAPTER XXX
SHADOWED
An unusual cold had continued for nearly a week, and the ice fête organized by the skating club upon the upper lake in the Bois de Boulogne had been announced for this particular day. This fête had been already frequently postponed on account of the weather. It had become a joke among Parisians to receive an invitation for a date which was invariably followed by a period of thaw, turning the lake into ice water and mud.