The door in which I had taken shelter was that of a dark third-rate
cafe well suited to my purpose, and well placed, for I was in full
view of the Hotel Pierre Fatio, which I was resolved to watch at least
until my lady came out again. As I slowly absorbed an absinthe,
revolving events past and to come, I thought it would be well to draw
Falloon to me. It was past the hour for our meeting.
I scribbled three lines of a note and despatched it to the Cafe de la
Couronne by a messenger to whom I fully described my colleague's
appearance, desiring him to show the addressed envelope before
delivery, but having no doubt that it would reach its destination.
Presently Falloon joined me, and as my lady had as yet made no sign, I
bade him continue the watch, while I left the cafe openly and
ostentatiously, so that it might be seen by any one curious to know
that I had given up the game.
Far from it. I designed only to try the Hotel Cornavin to ascertain
the real facts; and if, as I shrewdly suspected, I had been fooled,
to return forthwith and rejoin Falloon at the true point of interest,
taking such further steps as might seem desirable.
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