“Hulloa, Ewart!”
“Hulloa!” I replied, for I had removed my mask for a few moments because of the heat. “Who are you?”
“‘The President,’” he responded in a low voice, and I knew that it was Henri Regnier.
“You’re the very man I want to see. Come over here, and let’s talk.”
Both of us moved away into a corner of the Casino where it was comparatively quiet, and Regnier removed his mask, declaring that the heat was stifling.
“Look here,” he said in a tone of confidence, “I want to know—I’m very interested to know—how you became acquainted with little Pierrette Dumont. I hear you’ve been about with her all day.”
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I was told,” he laughed. “I find out things I want to know.”
“Then her name is really Dumont?” I asked quickly.