"Julien, by all that's lucky!" he called out. "And I haven't been in
Paris four hours! I called at your hotel and they told me you were out.
Sit down."
"I am not alone," Julien began to explain,—
Herr Freudenberg turned round.
"You must present your friend," he declared. "He must join us."
Julien hesitated for a moment.
"Kendricks," he said, "this is my friend, Herr Freudenberg."
The two men shook hands. Kendricks as yet had scarcely taken his eyes off Herr Freudenberg's face.
"I am glad to meet you, sir," he remarked. "It is odd, but your face seems familiar to me."
Herr Freudenberg leaned over the table.
"My friend, Mr. Kendricks," he said, "you are, I believe, a newspaper man, and you should know the world. When you see a face that is familiar to you in Paris, and in this Paris, it goes well that you forget that familiarity, eh?"