Inn of the Seven Sinners, neither Narkom nor Dollops could
decide, close as they came on after her, for she seemed to speak to
no one.

"No Inn of the Seven Sinners for you to-night, my lady, if my friend
M. Ducroix has attended to that wireless message properly," muttered
Narkom as he followed her. "Look sharp, Dollops, and if you see
a Sergeant de Ville let me know. They've no luggage, that lot,
and, besides, they are natives, so they will pass the customs in a
jiffy. Hullo! there goes that pedler chap--and without his fez or
his draperies, b'gad! Through the customs like a flash, the bounder!
And there go the others, too. And she after them--she, by James! God!
Where are Ducroix and his men? Why aren't they here?"--looking
vainly about for some sign of the Chief of Police. "I can't do
anything without _him_--here, on foreign soil. Why in heaven's name
doesn't the man come?"

"Maybe he hasn't had time, guv'ner--maybe he wasn't on hand when the
message arrived," hazarded Dollops. "It's not fifteen minutes all
told since it was dispatched. So if----"

"There she goes! there she goes! Passed, and through the customs in a
wink, the Jezebel!" interposed Narkom, in a fever of excitement, as
he saw Margot go by the inspector at the door and walk out into the
streets of the city. "Lord! if she slips me now----"

"She shan't!" cut in Dollops, jerking down his hat brim and turning
up his collar. "Wait here till the cops come. I'll nip out after her
and see where she goes. Like as not the cops'll know the place when
you mention it; but if they don't--watch out for me; I'll come back
and lead 'em."

Then he moved hurriedly forward, passed the inspector, and was gone
in a twinkling.

For ten wretched minutes after he, too, had passed the customs and
was at liberty to leave, Narkom paced up and down and fretted and
fumed before a sound of clanking sabres caught his ear and, looking
round, he saw M. Ducroix enter the place at the head of a detachment
of police. He hurried to him and in a word made himself known.

"Ten million pardons, m'sieur; but I was absent when the message he
shall be deliver," exclaimed Ducroix in broken English. "I shall come
and shall bring my men as soon as he shall be receive. M'sieur, who
shall it be this great criminal you demand of me to arrest? Is he
here?"

"No, no. A moment, Ducroix. Do you know a place called the Inn of
the Seven Sinners?"

"Perfectly. It is but a stone's throw distant-