“If I am, I may take a fancy to tell some surprising things,” she laughed. “Just look out that I am not arrested, Louis.”
It was plain both had been drinking, else they would not have spoken so loudly. Their words created a stir among the men at the next table. Those men turned, and stared at the young Americans, and then they jabbered among themselves. All at once, one of them rose, and approached the table at which the four lads were sitting.
Diamond was on the alert instantly. He watched the man with the eyes of a hawk, thinking he might do something to injure Frank.
The Frenchman spoke politely.
“I beg a thousand pardons, gentlemen,” he said; “but what I have just heard leads me to believe one of your number is Monsieur Merriwell. Am I right?”
“Yes, sir,” bowed Frank. “I am the one.”
The man looked at Frank.
“I have heard you met with a rather unpleasant adventure recently, Monsieur Merriwell.”
“I have had many of them. To what one do you refer?”
The Frenchman hesitated, and then he seemed to decide to come out flatly.