‘A good deal will be up soon,’ said the German.

‘Cohenlupe has gone!’

‘And to vere has Mr Cohenlupe gone?’

’He hasn’t been civil enough to leave his address.  I fancy he don’t want his friends to have to trouble themselves by writing to him.  Nobody seems to know what’s become of him.’

‘New York,’ suggested Mr Croll.

’They seem to think not.  They’re too hospitable in New York for Mr Cohenlupe just at present.  He’s travelling private.  He’s on the continent somewhere,—­half across France by this time; but nobody knows what route he has taken.  That’ll be a poke in the ribs for the old boy;—­eh, Croll?’ Croll merely...