There was a dawn of hope in his face,
blended with a startled fear.
"He arrives in ten minutes," he announced. "He comes down for the supper.
He is here."
Mr. Bundercombe glanced round. A stout man, with a black mustache, had
entered the room. His eyes fell at once on the little group. Mr.
Bundercombe turned round.
"So that is Monsieur Giatron?"
Louis bowed. Mr. Bundercombe beckoned the proprietor to approach.
"An old patron of Luigi's," Mr. Bundercombe explained, introducing
himself--"come round to see our friend Louis, here."
"Delighted, I am very sure!" Mr. Giatron exclaimed, bowing to all of us.
"It will be a great pleasure to us to do the very best possible for any of
Louis' friends."
Mr. Bundercombe rose to his feet. He pointed to the little glass-framed
office at the other side of the room.
"Mr. Giatron," he said, "I have always been a great patron of Louis. You
and I must have a chat. Will you not invite us into your little office and
show us whether there is not something better to be found than this
coffee? We will take a glass of brandy together and drink success to your
restaurant."
Giatron hastened to lead the way. Eve, in response to a glance from her
father, remained at the table; but I followed Mr.
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