Chapter 17 A VERY SPECIAL DINNER

"By Jove, it's Bartot!" I exclaimed"

At seven o'clock that evening I passed through the café on my way to the American bar. There was already a good sprinkling of early diners there, and Louis was busy as usual. Directly he saw me, however, he came forward with his usual suave bow.

"The table in the left-hand corner," he said, "is engaged for