We'll go to the Abbaye Theleme, and you shall have the pleasure of entertaining me." Mr.Gaynsforth handed back the pocketbook and led the way out of the place without a word.

It was only a few steps up the hill, and they found themselves then in a supper place of a very different class.
Here Mr.Coulson, after a brief visit to the lavatory, during which he obliterated all traces of his recent condition, seated himself at one of the small flower-decked tables and offered the menu to his new friend.
"It's up to you to pay," he said, "so you shall choose the supper.
Personally, I'm for a few oysters, a hot bird, and a cold bottle." Mr.Gaynsforth, who was still somewhat subdued, commanded the best supper procurable on these lines.

Mr.Coulson, having waved his hand to a few acquaintances and chaffed the Spanish dancing girls in their own language,--not a little to his companion's astonishment,--at last turned to business.
"Come," he said, "you and I ought to understand one another.

You are over here from London either to pump me or to rob me.

You are either a detective or a political spy or a secret service agent of some sort, or you are on a lay of your own.