"Your broder—'Arry," she gasped.
"Impossible. He's at camp——"
"I would swear it——"
"In civilian clothes? He knows better than that." He laughed gently. "You're nervous, Piquette——"
"It's 'Arry, I tell you," she insisted. "I am not mistake'——"
"H-m. It did look like him—but what——?"
"I doan know. Its strange what I t'ink——"
"But why should Harry come here when Moira sent me——"
"An' what if she did not send you de Petit Bleu?"
"You mean——?"