He probably regarded it as an attempt to put him off the scent, and I fancy he resented it.

We reached Paris at seven o'clock, whereupon I invited him to dine with me at eight o'clock, at a restaurant we had both patronized on many previous occasions.

He accepted my invitation, and promised to meet me at the time and place I named.

On the platform awaiting our arrival was my man Dickson, to whom I had telegraphed, ordering him to meet me.
"Well, Dickson," I said, when I had bade the detective _an revoir_, "what about our man ?" "I've had him under my eye, sir," he answered.

"I know exactly what he's been doing, and where he's staying." "That's good news indeed," I replied.