"
"We may not work together then?" Duncombe asked.
"Certainly not! You are a marked man everywhere. Every door is closed to
you. I shall nominally stick to my post. You must be content to be the
actual looker-on, though you had better not abandon your inquiries
altogether. I will put you up at the Cercle Anglais. It will serve to
pass the time, and you may gain information at the most unlikely places.
And now good-bye."
The liftman thrust a pencilled note into Duncombe's hand as he ascended
to his room.
"From I do not know whom, Monsieur," he announced. "It was left here by
some one! Whom I cannot say."
Duncombe opened it in his dressing-room. There was only one sentence:--
"Monsieur would be well advised to leave Paris to-night."
CHAPTER XI
A WORD OF WARNING
"In the most unlikely places!" Duncombe murmured to himself as he bowed
to the Frenchman, whose name his friend had mentioned. "I am very glad
to meet you again, Monsieur le Baron!" he said, aloud.
They were in the covered garden at the Ritz. Duncombe had accepted the
pressing invitation of an old college friend, whom he had met on the
boulevards to drop in and be introduced to his wife.
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