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Part II
"HavelunchwithmetomorrowattheSpanishrestaurantintheharbour."
RambertsaidthatwasunderstoodandRaoulshookhishand,smilingforthefirsttime.Afterhehadgone,Cottardmadehisapologies.HewasnotfreethefollowingdayandinanycaseRambertnolongerneededhim.
WhenthefollowingdaythejournalistenteredtheSpanishrestaurant,allheadsturnedashewentpast.Thisshadycellar,situatedbelowthelevelofalittlesun-dried,yellowstreet,wasonlyfrequentedbymen,mostlyofSpanishappearance.ButassoonasRaoul,whowasatatableatthebackoftheroom,hadmadeasigntoRambertandthejournalisthadstartedtowalkovertohim,allcuriosityvanishedfromthefaces,whichturnedbacktotheirplates.AtthetablewithhimRaoulhadatallfellow,thinandbadlyshaved,withexcessivelybroadshoulders,ahorsyfaceandthinninghair.Longslenderarmscoveredinblackhairemergedfromrolled-upshirt-sleeves.HenoddedthreetimeswhenRambertwasintroducedtohim.HisnamehadnotbeenspokenandRaoulonlyreferredtohimas"ourfriend".
"Ourfriendthinkshemaybeabletohelpyou.He’sgoingto…"
RaoulstoppedbecausethewaitresshadcomeovertotakeRambert’sorder.
"He’sgoingtoputyouintouchwithtwoofourfriendswhowillintroduceyoutosomesentrieswhoareinourpay.Thatwon’tbetheendofit.Thesentrieshavetodecidethemselvesontherightmoment.
