“What do you wish to see? The mosque, the bazaars, St. Eugène, La Trappe, Mustapha, the baths of the Etat-Major, the Jardin d’Essai, the Villa-Anti-Juif, the——”
“One moment!” said Mr. Greyne.
He turned to the clerk.
“May I take a chair?”
“Be seated, sir, pray be seated, and confer with Alphonso.”
So saying, he gave himself to an enormous ledger, while Mr. Greyne took a chair opposite to Alphonso, who stood in a Moorish attitude looking apparently in the direction of Marseilles.
“I have come here,” said Mr. Greyne, lowering his voice, “with a purpose.”.
“You wish to see the Belle Fatma. I will arrange it. She receives every evening in her house in the Rue ———”
“One minute! One minute! You said the something ‘Fatma’?”
“The Belle Fatma, the most beautiful woman of Africa. She receives every——”