I do not know why I made my enquiry as casual as possible.
“Does Mr. Strickland live here by any chance?” I asked.
“Number thirty-two. On the sixth floor.”
I was so surprised that for a moment I did not answer.
“Is he in?”
The waiter looked at a board in the bureau.
“He hasn’t left his key. Go up and you’ll see.”
I thought it as well to put one more question.
“Madame est là?”
“Monsieur est seul.”