"Also the address."
"Eh? I don't quite understand."
"To which he would have them sent."
"Sent?"
"In case we see monsieur no more."
"Ah! Now I catch on," with a smile, as he adds the words: "Chicago, Ill., U.S.A."
"Chicago, I have heard of it; quite a place," remarks the clerk.
"Rather," dryly. "The cicerone, please."
Then the clerk beckons to a man who has been lounging not far away.
John sweeps his eyes over him.