The caissière rapped with her pencil and a waiter hastened to the desk.
"Pierre, didn't you say something about Mademoiselle Philippa this morning?"
"I said that I thought I saw her. It was somebody who resembled her, no doubt."
Warner wheeled around:
"When?"
"It was before noon, some time——"
"Where?"
"Monsieur, they were putting up and locking the shutters of the cabaret, and on the top floor somebody inside was lowering the lateen shades and drawing the blue curtains.
"I thought I saw Mademoiselle Philippa—I thought I saw her face for a moment behind one of the windows in the Patron's apartment."
"And what do you think about it now?"