Who was the man at the other table? Bon asked the hotel owner. He looked like a friend of mine. I don't know, said Versoix. I've never seen him before. But he enjoyed his lunch. He said that he would come here again, in a day or two. He come from Switzerland. Miss lynd made an early telephone call. Said Bon. I must remember to pay it. A call to Paris. An Elysée number, I think.