Fandor stared at him, surprised.
"Well, Juve, when you get yourself up as a man of the world, you omit no detail."
Juve made no reply for some moments, then turned to his companion.
"Who else do you see in the room?"
Fandor looked carefully, and then made a gesture of amazement.
"Chaleck! Chaleck is over there eating his supper!"
"Yes," said Juve simply, "and you are stupid not to have seen him before."
The profile of the mysterious doctor was in fact outlined very sharply at a table, amply served and covered with bottles and flowers, around which half a score of persons, men and women, had taken their places.
Without turning his head, Juve remarked:
"Judging by the action of the person who is at this moment lighting a cigar the supper is not far from coming to an end."