I shall find out!" "Possibly," returned M.Ferraud thinking hard.
"I give you fair warning that if anything is missing--" "Oh, Mr.Fitzgerald!" "I shall know where to look for it," with a smile which had no humor in it.
"Why not denounce me now ?" "Would it serve your purpose ?" "No," with deeper gravity.

"It would be a great disaster; how great, I can not tell you." "Then, I shall say nothing." "About what ?" dryly, even whimsically.
"About your being a secret agent from France." This time M.Ferraud's glance proved that he was truly startled.

Only three times in his career had his second life been questioned or suspected.

He eyed his hands accusingly; they had betrayed him.

This young man was clever, cleverer than he had thought.