Lacaze turned his head and stared into the sunlit street.
Then—
“I am Fernand Didier,” he said. “And—and I must go, or I shall miss my train.”
He pulled his hat over his eyes and blundered out of the shop.
René cried to him to stay.
“Fernand! Fernand!”
Lacaze took no notice.
Ten minutes later he was clear of the town.