Hector hesitated. He would never give his name aloud in such a place as this. He gave the first name that occurred to him.
"Durand."
"Where are your papers?"
"What papers?"
"A passport, a receipt for lodgings, a license to hunt—"
"I haven't any."
"Go for them, or bring two well-known witnesses."
"But—"
"There is no 'but.' The next—"
Hector was provoked by the clerk's abrupt manner.