"We shall speak to Monsieur Carvin." We were in a dark sort of _entresol_, and at that moment a further door was opened, and one caught the gleam of lights and the babel of voices.

A man came out of the room and walked rapidly toward us.

He was of middle height, and dressed in ordinary morning clothes, wearing a black tie with a diamond pin.

His lips were thick.

He had a slight tawny moustache, and a cast in one eye.