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CHAPTER XII THE CRUCIAL MOMENT When he reached Caffies door the night had scarcely fallen, and the streets were not yet lighted. The better and the surest plan for him had been to wait in the 'porte- cochere' across the street; from there he could watch the 'concierge', who would not be able to go out without being seen by him. But though the passers were few at this moment, they might have observed him. Next to this 'porte-cochere' was a small 'cafe', whose brilliant lights woul