They strode along the street with every pretense of not knowing each other. And arriving at the next corner, they parted ways without a word, set on never meeting again. (Then traveled the same route back to Hôtel Chauvesouris, took the same elevator to the seventh floor, and walked down the same corridor to where their rooms were located side by side—but as both vehemently refused to notice this, the narrative is powerless to offer any comment.)
