They walked into the elegant hotel foyer.
Napoleon went over to the receptionist.
"Excuse moi, Madam. A gentleman just arrived a few minutes ago?"
"Ah, oui. Monsieur Dubois, he is staying here."
"Could you tell us which room?"
"Sorry Monsieur, I cannot do that."
Solo pulled out a wallet.
"He dropped this and we'd like to return it to him."
"I can return it for you, monsieur."
"I'd rather do it personally."
Illya nudged him, indicating a seating area.
"We will wait for him, Madame." The Russian smiled.
They retreated to a sofa.
"Room 473," he told Napoleon.
"Smart Russian."
