"Hein!" the dark one inquired.
"Are you the warders of the prison?" I repeated.
"Find out, verdammt Englander," the man replied.
Then I felt certain I was in no English prison. Where was I?
The question was soon answered, the door once more opened and Saumarez entered. I sat up on the bed and fairly gasped; the whole matter was perfectly unintelligible to me. After the first thrill of astonishment my glance went to his eyes.
They were complete; he had another glass one in the socket, and it exactly matched the real one.
He came towards me with a little bow, and a smile on his red countenance.
"Good morning, Mr. Anstruther," he began, "we seem to be always meeting."
I could not restrain my feelings.
"That is my misfortune," I answered.