“The direct attack—” said M. Papopolous. He shook his head. “It answers sometimes—but very seldom.”
The other shrugged his shoulders.
“It saves time,” he remarked, “and to fail costs nothing—or next to nothing. The other plan—will not fail.”
“Ah,” said M. Papopolous, looking at him keenly.
The other nodded slowly.
“I have great confidence in your—er—reputation,” said the antique dealer.
M. le Marquis smiled gently.
“I think I may say,” he murmured, “that your confidence will not be misplaced.”
“You have unique opportunities,” said the other, with a note of envy in his voice.
“I make them,” said M. le Marquis.
He rose and took up the cloak which he had thrown carelessly on the back of a chair.
“I will keep you informed, M. Papopolous, through the usual channels, but there must be no hitch in your arrangements.”
M. Papopolous was pained.
“There is never a hitch in my arrangements,” he complained.
The other smiled, and without any further word of adieu he left the room, closing the door behind him.