“Beg pardon, sir; I’m from Mr. Smith.”
“I’m glad to hear it, my friend,” said Aristide.
“You’re the French gentleman from Manchester?”
“Decidedly,” said Aristide.
standing on the arrival platform of euston station
“Then, sir, Mr. Smith has sent the carriage for you.”
“That’s very kind of him,” said Aristide.
The footman picked up the valise and darted down the platform. Aristide followed. The footman held invitingly open the door of a cosy brougham. Aristide paused for the fraction of a second. Who was this hospitable Mr. Smith?
“Bah!” said he to himself, “the best way of finding out is to go and see.”