Laverick sighed. He opened his lips but closed them again.

"You are very kind, Mademoiselle," he declared simply.

Laverick, as he entered the reception hall at the Milan Hotel,
noticed a man leaning over the cashier's desk talking confidentially
to the clerk in charge. The latter recognized Laverick with obvious
relief, and at once directed his questioner's attention to him. Kahn
turned swiftly around and without a moment's hesitation came smiling
towards Laverick with the apparent intention of accosting him. He
was correctly garbed, tall and fair, with every appearance of being
a man of breeding. He glanced at Laverick carelessly as he passed,
but, as though changing his original purpose, made no attempt to
address him. The cashier, who had been watching, gave vent to a
little exclamation of surprise and sprang over the counter. He
approached Laverick hastily.

"Do you know that gentleman just going out, sir?" he asked.

"I never saw him before in my life," Laverick answered. "Why?"

"Is this your handwriting, sir?" the man inquired, touching with
his forefinger the half sheet of note-paper which he had been
carrying.

Laverick read quickly, -

To the Cashier at the Milan Hotel, - Deliver to bearer document
deposited with you. STEPHEN LAVERICK.