Defarge lowered the revolver.
“I—I thought it was he!” he said hoarsely.
“Whom do you mean?”
“Merriwell.”
“Did you think he had come?”
“Yes.”
“Why should he do that?”
“He has done it before now. He came here once and looked at me with those eyes of his. I don’t remember much after that, but I know I talked and told him things I did not mean to tell. I thought he had come again.”
“What did you mean to do in case he had?”