"Ah! You admit!"
The officer spoke rapidly in French to the clerk, who scribbled industriously.
"Well, sir, what have you to say for yourself?" demanded the officer abruptly, turning toward Sam.
"I've got a lot that I should like to say, if you will give me half a chance," said Sam promptly.
"I'll hear your story. Bear in mind that whatever you say will be used against you. It is being taken down by the secretary. Speak! I shall listen."
"It was this way," began Hickey.
"Be brief!" commanded the officer sternly.
"We were walking along Sausage Avenue, peaceable like——"
"What's that?"
"He means the Bois de Boulogne," explained Dan, with the trace of a smile on his face. "Never mind, Sam; I will tell the officer, if he will permit."