Grumbach touched the scar tenderly.

Could he trust this man?
Could he trust any one in the world?
The impulse came to trust Carmichael, and he did not disregard it.
"I was born in this very street," he whispered.
"Here ?" "Sh! Not so loud! Yes, in this very street.

But if the police knew, I wouldn't be worth _that!_"-- with a snap of the fingers.

"My passports, my American citizenship, they would be worthless.

You know that." "But what does this all mean?
What have you done that you can't come back here openly ?" Here was a mystery.