Of Bartot I took no notice, though he rose at once and seemed about to address me.

I hurried into the cafe, but it was a slack hour and there were no signs of Louis.
"Can you tell me where to find Louis ?" I asked one of the waiters.
The man glanced at the clock and shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps in his office," he said, "but Monsieur Louis often goes out for an hour about this time." "Where is his office ?" I asked.
The man led me into the service room and turned to the left.

He knocked at a closed door, and I heard a sleepy voice say-- "Come in!" I entered, and found Louis in a tiny little sitting-room, curled up on a sofa.

In his hand was a pocket-book and a pencil.

He appeared to have been making memoranda.