"I was apprenticed to a barber in London, and served seven years."
"Have you always worked at the business?"
"No, sir. I used to shave an English gentleman who had a stiff arm, and I finally went into his service as his valet. I remained with him till he died of cholera in Paris. I lived with him fourteen years," answered Andre, meekly.
"Have you ever told any person that Marguerite Checkynshaw died at the hospital?" demanded the attorney, sharply.
"I have, sir."
"Was it true?"
"No, sir."
"Why did you say so, then?"
"Because I thought it was true."
"What made you think so?"