THE CONFESSION I caught the wicked, snaky gleam of the Creole's eyes.

All his early suspicion of me had revived instantly.
"At the landing," he hastened to explain.

"How could I tell?
He said he knew you, M'sieur." "Oh, he did, hey! Well, all I know about him is that he blew in here last night with a woman; claimed to be young Henley, and took possession of the place.

I reckon it 's about time I saw some papers to prove what yer are, young feller, 'for yer go snoopin' round at daylight.

What's yer game enyhow ?" The man's bluster gave me my clew.