“Be pleased, then, to follow us.” And he named his address: “The Hôtel Crécy , in the Rue Crécy .”

We followed; the carriage drove fast; myself and Graham were silent. This seemed like an adventure.

Some little time being lost in seeking our own equipage, we reached the hotel perhaps about ten minutes after these strangers. It was an hotel in the foreign sense: a collection of dwelling-houses, not an inn⁠—a vast, lofty pile, with a huge arch to its street-door, leading through a vaulted covered way, into a square all built round.