At the Atlantic they went to their rooms, where the information they had obtained was collaborated, and written down in French, the detective concealing it in a belt pocket he wore on his body.
"The wonder to me has been that these officers talked so freely," said Christy, as they seated themselves at a window.

"They talked to you as plainly as though you had been their friend for life." "Why shouldn't they?
They can't help knowing that I am a Frenchman; and I am sorry to say that my countrymen, like so many of the English, sympathize with the South in the great Civil War.

They take me for a friend at once.

Besides, as they understand the matter here, why should these blockade-runners, or even the Confederate commander, object to telling what they are going to do.

There will be no mail steamer to New York till after they have all gone off; and there is no telegraph yet." "Perhaps you are right, M.Rubempre; but I think a good deal more discretion would become them better, as they are likely to ascertain very soon," added Christy.
"I suppose none of these people here would consider it possible or practicable to land at these islands and pick up the news, as we have done.