“Yes, yes.” He seemed to be thinking. Then he turned to me.
“If monsieur approves and can do without me for two days?”
“Certainly.” I was not very anxious to add the woman to our increasing collection of not easily solved problems, but Merton was so eager that I decided to make this new move in our complicated game.
Alphonse stood still a moment.
“Well?” I said.
“The lady, monsieur,—she is, I think, not French.”
“No; she is an American, and that is all we know.”
“But that is much. Then I am free to-morrow?”
“Yes,” and he left us.