“How did you know I was here?” he asked.
“I saw your name in the list of recent arrivals at the Continental,” I answered.
“I mean how did you know I was in Paris?”
“I didn't know. I thought I caught a glimpse of you on the boat. I was almost sure it was you, but you did not appear to recognize me and I had no opportunity to speak then.”
He did not speak at once, he did not even attempt denial of having seen and recognized me during the Channel crossing. He regarded me intently and, I thought, suspiciously.
“Who sent you here?” he asked, suddenly.
“Sent me! No one sent me. I don't understand you.”
“Why did you follow me?”
“Follow you?”
“Yes. Why did you follow me to Paris? No one knew I was coming here, not even my own people. They think I am—Well, they don't know that I am here.”