If they hear your story, and they think well, you will go free, even though the man Tapilow should die." "You believe this, Louis ?" I asked curiously.
"I am sure of it," he answered.
It was not for me to dispute what he said.

I merely shrugged my shoulders.

Yet, as a matter of fact, I was expecting every moment to find the hand of a gendarme upon my shoulder.

I expected it as the carriage stopped before the restaurant and we crossed the pavement.

I expected it even when two men who were sitting in the anteroom of the restaurant rose up to meet us.