“You wish to speak to me?”
“Yes,” replied Angel. “First, I would ask why you have been following us for the last hour?”
The man shrugged his shoulders.
“Monsieur is mistaken.”
Jimmy had been very quiet during the evening. Now he addressed the Frenchman.
“Callvet,” he said briefly, “do you know who I am?”
“Yes, you are also a detective.”
Jimmy looked him straight in the eyes.
“I am not a detective, Callvet, as you well know. I am”—he felt an unusual repugnance at using the next words—“I am Jimmy of Cairo. You know me?”
“I have heard of you,” said the man doggedly.