He had a definite business before him; his cablegrams were reassuring on that point.

The fact that he was, in a sense, a fugitive did not trouble him in the least.

He had no intention of allowing Jules Chauvenet's assassins to kill him, or of being locked up in a Washington jail as the false Baron von Kissel.

If he admitted that he was not John Armitage, it would be difficult to prove that he was anybody else--a fact touching human testimony which Jules Chauvenet probably knew perfectly well.
On the whole he was satisfied that he had followed the wisest course thus far.

The broad panorama of the morning hills communicated to his spirit a growing elation.