It must have been Bourke who first said that even if you knew your way about Paris you had to lose it in order to find it to Troyon’s. But then

The man from Scotland Yard had just surrendered hat, coat, and umbrella to the vestiaire and was turning through swinging doors to the

Lanyard’s first destination was that convenient little rez-de-chaussée apartment near the Trocadéro, at the junction of the rue Roget and the avenue

IV. A STRATAGEM When the maitre-d’hôtel had shown him all over the establishment (innocently enough, en route, furnishing him with a complete list

V. ANTICLIMAX The surprise was complete; none, indeed, was ever more so; but it’s a question which party thereto was the more affected. Lanyard