"Yes."
"Tell me here."
"No; I want to sit down. It's a long story."
A curious look came over the smuggler's face, and, for the first time, a faint suspicion crossed his mind. "Where will we go?" he asked.
"Oh, here's a place."
The two men entered a beer saloon, the rear yard of which had been converted into a garden, over which an awning was stretched. They took a seat and Denman demanded in an impatient tone:
"Well, what have you to say to me?"
There was no one in the garden but the two men; the waiter had brought the beer and had gone away.
"You asked me what my name was on the train?"
"Yes, I did."