His cap closed over his face like a hood, but the man knew him.
"Fortune puts us on the same road again, Mr.Scott," he said.
"I don't believe I know you," said John, although there was a familiar note in the voice.
"And yet you've met me several times, and under exciting conditions.

It seems to me that we're always pursuing similar things, or we wouldn't be together on the same road so often.

You're acute enough.

Don't you know me now ?" "I think I do.

You're Fernand Weber, the Alsatian." "And so I am.