"You are English?"
Here he barred the path.
"No," I answered, a little ill at ease at his sudden change of manner. "American, from New York."
"And yet, I think I have seen you in Paris," he replied, after a moment's hesitation, his eyes boring into mine, which the light of the moon now made clear to him.
"It is quite possible," I returned calmly; "I think I have seen you also, monsieur; I am often in Paris."
Again he looked at me searchingly.
"Where?" he asked.
"At the Government's store, buying cigars." I did not intend to go any further.
He smiled as if relieved. He had been either trying to place me, or his suspicions had been again aroused, I could not tell which. One thing was certain: he was convinced I had swallowed the name "de Brissac" easily.