But the moment you leave me send this despatch." Felix nodded and put the crumpled-up piece of paper in his pocket.
The two men passed on.

Duson took off his hat, but his fingers were trembling.

The carriage door was opened and a tall, spare man descended.
"This is Mr.Sabin ?" he remarked.
Mr.Sabin bowed.
"That is my name," he admitted, "by which I have been generally called in this democratic country.

What is your business with me ?" "I rather guess that you're my prisoner," the man answered.

"If you'll step right in here we can get away quietly." "The suggestion," Mr.Sabin remarked, "sounds inviting, but I am somewhat pressed for time.