He was looking for one of us.

He dared not come to the villa, he declares, for fear of being watched.

He has something to tell you." "Where can I find him ?" Hunterleys asked.
"He has gone to a little bar in the Rue de Chaussures, the Bar de Montmartre it is called.

He is waiting there for you now." "You must stay and have some lunch," Hunterleys begged.

"I will come back." She shook her head.
"I have just been across to the Opera House," she explained, "to enquire about some properties for to-night.