"It must be he," said Rouletabille.
"I forgot to ask you," I said, "if we are to make any allusion to
to-night's business when we are with this policeman. I take it we
are not. Is that so?"
"Evidently. We are going to operate alone, on our own personal
account."
"So that all the glory will be ours?"
Rouletabille laughed.
We dined with Frederic Larsan in his room. He told us he had just
come in and invited us to be seated at table. We ate our dinner in
the best of humours, and I had no difficulty in appreciating the
feelings of certainty which both Rouletabille and Larsan felt.
Rouletabille told the great Fred that I had come on a chance visit,
and that he had asked me to stay and help him in the heavy batch of
writing he had to get through for the "Epoque." I was going back
to Paris, he said, by the eleven o'clock train, taking his "copy,"
which took a story form, recounting the principal episodes in the
mysteries of the Glandier. Larsan smiled at the explanation like
a man who was not fooled and politely refrains from making the
slightest remark on matters which did not concern him.
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