He called:
"Waiter!"
The head-waiter came up:
"Yes, sir?"
"Cigars."
The head-waiter stalked away, returned and opened a number of boxes.
"Which do you recommend?"
"These Upmanns are very good, sir."
Lupin gave Doudeville an Upmann, took one for himself and cut it. The head-waiter struck a match and held if for him. With a sudden movement, Lupin caught him by the wrist:
"Not a word. . . . I know you. . . . Your real name is Dominique Lecas!"
The man, who was big and strong, tried to struggle away. He stifled a cry of pain: Lupin had twisted his wrist.
"Your name is Dominique . . . you live in the Rue de la Pompe, on the fourth floor, where you retired with a small fortune acquired in the service—listen to me, you fool, will you, or I'll break every bone in your body!—acquired in
