With a gesture of alarm and a quick look around, the young man grasped Frank’s arm.
“Be careful!” he warned, speaking in a low tone, the vapid expression having vanished from his face. “I recognized you, and I thought I would try my disguise on you. I do not wish to be known here.”
Frank was surprised, but repressed any expression of his feelings.
“I knew, the moment I set eyes on you, that I had seen you before,” he said, “and your get-up is so thoroughly English that I did not know but you were an Englishman, or an Anglo-maniac.”
“Then you think my make-up good?” asked the young man, rather anxiously.
“Excellent.”
“And my English accent?”
“Great.”
“I am glad to hear it. But you have sharp eyes. You are a remarkable boy, and I knew it when I interviewed you after your wonderful escape from being cast from the cupola of the World building by an enemy who was trying to kill you. How long have you been in Paris?”
“Two weeks.”