"Suspicion?"
"It is true: I am a secret agent;" and he said it proudly.
"You wish harm to none here?"
"Mon dieu! No. I am here for the very purpose of saving you all from heartaches and misfortune and disillusion. And had I set to work earlier I should have accomplished all this without a single one of you knowing it. Now the matter will have to go on to its end."
"Can you tell me anything?"
"Not now. I trust you; will you trust me?"
Fitzgerald hesitated for a space. "Yes."
"For that, thanks," and M. Ferraud put out a hand. "It is clean, Mr.
Fitzgerald, for all that the skin is broken."
"Of that I have no doubt."
"Before we reach Corsica you will know."