Moreover, if I recognized him, he also must recognize me as chief-inspector Strock, to whom had been assigned the task of penetrating the Great Eyrie.
I looked at him curiously.

On his part, while he did not seek to avoid my eyes, he showed at least a singular indifference to the fact that he had a stranger on board.
As I watched him, the idea came to me, a suggestion which I had not connected with the first view of him in Washington, that I had already seen this characteristic figure.

Was it in one of the photographs held in the police department, or was it merely a picture in some shop window?
But the remembrance was very vague.

Perhaps I merely imagined it.
Well, though his companions had not had the politeness to answer me, perhaps he would be more courteous.

He spoke the same language as I, although I could not feel quite positive that he was of American birth.