He's made a stake somehow, and travels about in decent comfort.

He passes now as an American--his English is excellent--and he hints at large American interests." "He probably has forged securities to sell," commented the German.

"I know those fellows.

The business is best done quietly." "I dare say," returned Chauvenet.
"Of course, you greeted him as a long-lost friend," remarked Claiborne leadingly.
"No; I wanted to make sure of him; and, strangely enough, he assisted me in a very curious way." All felt that they were now to hear the denouement of the story, and several men bent forward in their absorption with their elbows on the table.

Chauvenet smiled and resumed, with a little shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, I must go back a moment to say that the man I knew at Bar Harbor had a real crest--the ladies to whom he wrote notes treasured them, I dare say, because of the pretty insignium.