“Without doubt. She is coming here.”

“How do you make that out?”

“Very simply. This street, it is not aristocratic, mon ami ! In it there is no fashionable doctor, no fashionable dentist⁠—still less is there a fashionable milliner! But there is a fashionable detective. Oui , my friend, it is true⁠—I am become the mode, the dernier cri ! One says to another: ‘ Comment? You have lost your gold pencil-case? You must go to the little Belgian. He is too marvellous! Everyone goes! Courez!’ And they arrive! In flocks, mon ami ! With problems of the most foolish!” A bell rang below. “What did I tell you? That is Miss Marvell.”