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The
concierge
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
There
was
no
other
hotel
of
that
name
in
Paris
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
Strickland
had
concealed
his
address
,
after
all
.
In
giving
his
partner
the
one
I
knew
he
was
perhaps
playing
a
trick
on
him
.
I
do
not
know
why
I
had
an
inkling
that
it
would
appeal
to
Strickland
’
s
sense
of
humour
to
bring
a
furious
stockbroker
over
to
Paris
on
a
fool
’
s
errand
to
an
ill
-
famed
house
in
a
mean
street
.
Still
,
I
thought
I
had
better
go
and
see
.
Next
day
about
six
o
’
clock
I
took
a
cab
to
the
Rue
des
Moines
,
but
dismissed
it
at
the
corner
,
since
I
preferred
to
walk
to
the
hotel
and
look
at
it
before
I
went
in
.
It
was
a
street
of
small
shops
subservient
to
the
needs
of
poor
people
,
and
about
the
middle
of
it
,
on
the
left
as
I
walked
down
,
was
the
Hotel
des
Belges
.
My
own
hotel
was
modest
enough
,
but
it
was
magnificent
in
comparison
with
this
.
It
was
a
tall
,
shabby
building
,
that
cannot
have
been
painted
for
years
,
and
it
had
so
bedraggled
an
air
that
the
houses
on
each
side
of
it
looked
neat
and
clean
.
The
dirty
windows
were
all
shut
.
It
was
not
here
that
Charles
Strickland
lived
in
guilty
splendour
with
the
unknown
charmer
for
whose
sake
he
had
abandoned
honour
and
duty
.
I
was
vexed
,
for
I
felt
that
I
had
been
made
a
fool
of
,
and
I
nearly
turned
away
without
making
an
enquiry
.
I
went
in
only
to
be
able
to
tell
Mrs
.
Strickland
that
I
had
done
my
best
.
The
door
was
at
the
side
of
a
shop
.
It
stood
open
,
and
just
within
was
a
sign
:
Bureau
au
premier
.
I
walked
up
narrow
stairs
,
and
on
the
landing
found
a
sort
of
box
,
glassed
in
,
within
which
were
a
desk
and
a
couple
of
chairs
.
There
was
a
bench
outside
,
on
which
it
might
be
presumed
the
night
porter
passed
uneasy
nights
.
There
was
no
one
about
,
but
under
an
electric
bell
was
written
Garcon
.
I
rang
,
and
presently
a
waiter
appeared
.
He
was
a
young
man
with
furtive
eyes
and
a
sullen
look
.
He
was
in
shirt
-
sleeves
and
carpet
slippers
.
I
do
not
know
why
I
made
my
enquiry
as
casual
as
possible
.
"
Does
Mr
.
Strickland
live
here
by
any
chance
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Number
thirty
-
two
.
On
the
sixth
floor
.
"
I
was
so
surprised
that
for
a
moment
I
did
not
answer
.
"
Is
he
in
?
"
The
waiter
looked
at
a
board
in
the
bureau
.
"
He
hasn
’
t
left
his
key
.
Go
up
and
you
’
ll
see
.
"
