Then the chevalier lifted his eye-glass again and looked at Detricand intently.
"Pardon me, monsieur," he said, "but you were with Rullecour--as I was saying." Detricand nodded with a droll sort of helplessness, and answered: "In Jersey I never have chance to forget it, Chevalier." Du Champsavoys, with a naive and obvious attempt at playing counsel, fixed him again with the glass, pursed his lips, and with the importance of a greffier at the ancient Cour d'Heritage, came one step nearer to his goal.
"Have you knowledge of the Comte de Tournay, monsieur ?" "I knew him--as you were saying, Chevalier," answered Detricand lightly.
Then the Chevalier struck home.

He dropped his fingers upon the table, stood up, and, looking straight into Detricand's eyes, said: "Monsieur, you are the Comte de Tournay!" The Chevalier involuntarily held the silence for an instant.

Nobody stirred.

De Mauprat dropped his chin upon his hands, and his eyebrows drew down in excitement.

Guida gave a little cry of astonishment.