Of course, you've seen the evening papers?
You know that your English friend is in prison ?" "The same English friend whom _you_ would have liked to see arrested early last evening on a ridiculous, baseless charge," I flung at him.
"You look surprised.

But you are _not_ surprised, Count Godensky--except, perhaps, that I should guess who had me spied upon at the Elysee Palace Hotel.

A disappointment, that affair, wasn't it?
But you haven't told me your news." "It is this: That Mr.Ivor Dundas, of England, has been on the rack to-day." "What do you mean ?" "He has been in the hands of the Juge d'Instruction.

It is much the same, isn't it, if one has secrets to keep?
Would you like to know, if some magical bird could tell you, what questions were put to Mr.Dundas, and what answers he made ?" Strange, that this very thought had been torturing me before Godensky came! I had been thinking of the Juge d'Instruction, and his terrible cross-examination which only a man of steel or iron can answer without trembling.

I had thought that questions had been asked and answers given which might mean everything to me, if I could only have heard them.
Could it be that I was to hear, now?
But I reminded myself that this was impossible.