"But why do I make these excuses ?" he cried.

"It is better, M.Hanaud, that I go back to my uniform and stand at the street corner.

I am as foolish as I look." "Nonsense, my friend," said Hanaud, clapping the disconsolate man upon the shoulder.

"You remembered the car and its number.

That is something--and perhaps a great deal," he added gravely.