The boy announced Mr.John Turner, and for a brief moment Devar's eye meeting mine told me that I had another enemy in the world.

The man's face was mottled, and he sat quite still.

I rose and shook hands with John Turner, who had not yet recovered his breath.

Alphonse--ever polite and affable--did the same.

Then I turned and said: "Let me introduce to you Mr.Devar--Mr.John Turner." Turner's face, at no time expressive, did not change.
"Ah!" he said, slowly--"Mr.Devar of Paris." There was a short silence, during which the two men looked at each other, and Alphonse shuffled from one foot to the other in an intense desire to keep things pleasant and friendly in circumstances dimly adverse.
"Mr.Devar," repeated Turner, "let me draw your attention to the door!" There was nothing dramatic about my old friend.