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The reception-clerk called the uniformed concierge, and asked: "Did Number 175 leave alone?" "Yes," was the reply. "He caught the early express for Zaragoza. He was going on to Barcelona, he told me. He went in the omnibus." "No one with him?" "Nobody." "When did he arrive?" I asked. "The night before last. He was alone with only a handbag. I charged him with a deposit for his room."
Then I went to the Carlton, and from the reception-clerk ascertained that Monsieur Suzor was staying there, but he did not always sleep there. Sometimes he would be absent for two or three nights. He went away into the country, the smart young clerk believed.
She answered unhesitatingly: "You will go direct to the train. I will try the hotel." "Drive round to the Grosvenor entrance like hell," he instructed the driver when the taxi stopped in the station yard. In the hotel she would never have got the bag, owing to her difficulties in explaining the situation in English to a haughty reception-clerk, had not a French-Swiss waiter been standing by.
I remained for nearly half an hour chatting, retiring, of course, when she was compelled to serve customers, and then I left her and walked round to the house in Longridge Road, where I watched a little while, and then returned to the Carlton. "Monsieur Suzor has not yet returned," was the reply of the smart reception-clerk when I inquired for the French banker.
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