"Here it is," she said.
The inspector examined the card carefully and said in the tone of one who is not to be humbugged:
"But that isn't your name. It's a nom de guerre of course—like those of your young comrades?"
"Not at all, inspector."
"Come, come, you're not going to get me to believe...."
"Here is my birth certificate in support of it, inspector, stamped with the stamp of the commune of Argonne."
"What? You belong to the village of Argonne!" cried the Count de Chagny.
"I did, Monsieur le Comte. But this unknown village, which gave its name to the whole district of the Argonne, no longer exists. The war has suppressed it."
"Yes ... yes ... I know," said the Count. "We had a friend there—a relation. Didn't we, d'Estreicher?"
"Doubtless it was Jean d'Argonne?" she asked.