I bowed low.
“That being the case, monsieur,” I answered, “I think you will admit that I have made no mistake as to your identity.”
“Readily,” he replied lightly. “And your name, monsieur? It has escaped my memory.”
“Adrian Cassilis,” I answered, “at your service! Captain in his Majesty’s Tangier Horse!”
“A famous regiment,” he said. “I congratulate you! I have had the pleasure of fighting against them both in France and Flanders.”
Again I bowed.
“Admitting then, M. Cassilis,” he continued, “that I am the man you mention, may I be permitted to ask what is your purpose concerning me, and where you would take me?”
“To Exeter,” I answered, “in the first place.”
“And afterwards?” he said quickly.
“Doubtless my Lord Danvers will himself inform you,” I replied.