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AT a small table for two in Signor Bentano's restaurant in the Strand, Monsieur Hanaud tucked the end of his napkin between his collar and his neck and drank a glass of Porto as an appetiser. It was a restaurant famous for its cuisine, which was hampered in the evening by an orchestra in gallery and a crowd on its way to the theatres. But in the morning the clients were for the most part of the more jovial and sporting business men.
"So it was here that the Horbury lunched," said Hanaud, looking about him. "Good! So we get the atmosphere, and that is enough. We eat and we keep our eyes open, and we talk of the ballet and whether the filet mignon is as tender here as at Lame's."