Two days after the dinner at James', Mr. Polteed provided Soames with food for thought.
"A gentleman," he said, consulting the key concealed in his left hand, "47 as we say, has been paying marked attention to 17 during the last month in Paris. But at present there seems to have been nothing very conclusive. The meetings have all been in public places, without concealment--restaurants, the Opera, the Comique, the Louvre, Luxembourg Gardens, lounge of the hotel, and so forth. She has not yet been traced to his rooms, nor vice versa. They went to Fontainebleau--but nothing of value. In short, the situation is promising, but requires patience." And, looking up suddenly, he added:
"One rather curious point--47 has the same name as--er--31!"
'The fellow knows I'm her husband,' thought Soames
