| EMIL LACELLE, |
and written underneath,
| No. 365 Vyverberg House. |
“Who in the world,” thought Eric, “is Emil Lacelle? and what did he send this to me for?”
The waiter explained that the gentleman was waiting, in his room, up stairs; and Eric, with Froll on his shoulder, started for No. 365.
The door stood open, disclosing a pleasant room, with various kinds of odd-looking armor lying around: seated by a table was a gentleman dressed in black, whom Eric recognized at once as the one whose glasses Froll had stolen.
This gentleman was looking for Eric, and said at once, when he entered the room,—
“I am pleased to see you, monsieur,” and politely requested him to be seated.
“Do you speak French?” he asked.
“Not very well, sir,” answered Eric.