In front of them lay the huge concave sweep of quays fronting the Garonne, here a river of over a quarter of a mile in width, with behind the massed buildings of the town, out of which here and there rose church spires and, farther down-stream, the three imposing columns of the Place des Quinconces. "Some river, this," Merriman said, looking up and down the great sweep of water. "Rather.
"I'm not excited," Hilliard returned seriously, "but I admit being a little interested by what has happened since we parted that night in London. I haven't told you yet. I was waiting until we had finished dinner and could settle down. Let's go and sit in the Jardin and you shall hear." Leaving the restaurant, they strolled to the Place des Quinconces, crossed it, and entered the Jardin Public.