A quarter of an hour hence he will let himself be killed rather than reveal what just now he is ready to risk his skin to find out, whether we will or no." Jeannin nodded approvingly, refilled the glasses, and raising his to his lips, said in a tone of triumph-- "I am listening, commander." "Well, if it must be, it must.

First of all, learn that my nephew is not my nephew at all." "Go on." "That his name is not Moranges." "And the next ?" "I am not going to reveal his real name to you." "Why not ?" "Because I don't know it myself, and no more does the chevalier." "What' nonsense!" "No nonsense at all, but the sober truth.

A few months ago the chevalier came to Paris, bringing me a letter of introduction from a German whom I used to know years ago.

This letter requested me to look after the bearer and help him in his investigations.

As you said just now, Love and someone once met somewhere, and that was about all was known as to his origin.