“Yes, we are met again!” exulted the man that confronted Frank. “Look at me! You know me!”
The man bent forward, and Frank’s eyes seemed to pierce the gloom. In amazement, Merry started back against the door.
“Martin Brattle?” he exclaimed, in doubt. “It can’t be!”
“Oh, but it is!” declared the man. “You thought me dead; but, you see, I am not. I have followed you here. I have come for Elsie!”
“Elsie!”
“Yes. Where is she?”
“She is not in Paris.”
“You lie! I know she is here! You shall send a message that will bring her to you—and to me!”
“Are you crazy, Brattle? Did your fall rob you of reason? Elsie Bellwood is in England. She did not accompany me to France.”
“And you think you can make me believe that? Bah! I know you, Frank Merriwell! You are a great bluffer, but the game will not go now!”