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Maitre Guillot's face beamed like a harvest moon, as he chimed in with the well-known ditty in praise of the great pie of Rouen: "'C'est dans la ville de Rouen, Ils ont fait un pate si grand, Ils ont fait un pate si grand, Qu'ils ont trouve un homme dedans!"
In the box adjoining Guillot's, the figure of a solitary man was just visible, a man who had leaned over to applaud Louise, but who was now sitting back in the shadows. Peter recognized him at once, notwithstanding the obscurity. This was so much to the good, at any rate. He took up his hat. "For a quarter of an hour you will excuse me, Violet," he said. "Watch Guillot.
There is an expression of content on Guillot's countenance, it seems more open than usual, and there is a complacent smile on his lips. He is whispering low to his friend in the intervals of eating, an employment pursued with the hearty gusto of a hungry man.
There is nothing they love so much," she added, with a toss of the head, "as finding an excuse to have my picture in the paper." He followed her down the dim hall and up the broad, flat stairs, keeping always some distance behind. On the first landing she drew a key from her pocket and opened a door. It was the door of Monsieur Guillot's sitting-room.
If he leaves his place, knock at the door of your own box, and one of my men, who is outside, will come to you at once. He will know where to find me." Peter hurried away, pausing for a moment in the promenade, to scribble a line or two at the back of one of his own cards. Presently he knocked at the door of the box adjoining Guillot's and was instantly admitted. Violet continued her watch.
I have eleven men altogether at work, and according to my last report he was dining with her in the grillroom at the Milan. They ordered their coffee just ten minutes ago, and the car is waiting outside to take Mademoiselle to the Empire. Guillot's box is engaged there, as usual.
If he leaves his place, knock at the door of your box, and one of my men, who is outside, will come to you at once. He will know where to find me." Peter hurried away, pausing for a moment in the promenade to scribble a line or two at the back of one of his own cards. Presently he knocked at the door of the box adjoining Guillot's and was instantly admitted. Violet continued her watch.
You, if you choose, shall save your country and earn the reward she will surely bestow upon you." Monsieur Guillot's cheeks were flushed a little. With long, nervous fingers he rolled a cigarette and lit it. "Monsieur," he said, "I listen to you eagerly, and yet I am puzzled. You wear the uniform of an English officer, but you come to me, is it not so, as an emissary of Germany?"
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