You all remember that the papers were full of his performances for a while, but he was a lucky rascal, and always disappeared at the proper psychological moment.

He had, as you may say, the cosmopolitan accent, and was the most plausible fellow alive." Chauvenet held his audience well in hand, for nearly every one remembered the brilliant exploits of the fraudulent baron, and all were interested in what promised to be some new information about him.

Armitage, listening intently to Chauvenet's recital, felt his blood quicken, and his face flushed for a moment.

His cigarette case lay upon the edge of the table, and he snapped it shut and fingered it nervously as he listened.
"It's my experience," continued Chauvenet, "that we never meet a person once only--there's always a second meeting somewhere; and I was not at all surprised when I ran upon my old friend the baron in Germany last fall." "At his old tricks, I suppose," observed some one.
"No; that was the strangest part of it.

He's struck a deeper game--though I'm blessed if I can make it out--he's dropped the title altogether, and now calls himself _Mister_--I've forgotten for the moment the rest of it, but it is an English name.