"There she is," he continued with a jerk of his head in the direction of a public building on the other side of the road.
I looked across and saw on the pavement opposite a small slim girl dressed in brown and wearing a brown hat with a pheasant feather in it.
"Do you mean that girl over there in brown?" I asked.
Jerry nodded.
"I've never seen her in my life," said I. " Come into the cafe and I'll tell you about it."
We entered and sat down in front of two steins of what proved to be excellent beer. I then told him all that happened to me since my arrival in Geneva.
As I proceeded with my narrative, the look of boredom vanished from his face, and before I had finished he was eager to see the document.
"Here it is," I said, handing him the pocket-book beneath the table, " but don't d
