“You see, then, I have at least one friend,” laughed Jacquet.
“You did not cross the ocean to visit me, surely?”
“Who knows?”
“How are all my friends in Paris?”
“Quite well; and they will be delighted when I go back to learn that I have met you.”
Every moment Kidd thought that the Frenchman was about to spring at him. Jacquet continued to wear that imperturbable smile.
“I shall be delighted to show you around,” said Dick.
“How is Aimee?”
“Who do you mean?”
“My wife.”