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At the door of the hotel in the Cours de l'Intendance, Hanaud jumped out.
"Wait! " he said to Joyce Whipple. "I borrow a cloak"; and in a minute he was back again. Joyce wrapped it about her and was led up to Ricardo's sitting-room. Hanaud had entered the hotel with her and Ricardo had ascended the stairs with them, and yet he had conjured into his hands by some magic, on the way, a plate of biscuits.