"I will do all the good Englishman asks of me"; and a warm pressure of the hand made me feel that Jules understood the extremity of the case.
At once to the bureau.
I was so confident of finding the passport and utterly confounding the officer who had given me all this trouble, that I am afraid my manner was rather supercilious, to say the least of it.
The commissaire heard my story somewhat impatiently.
"The officer's number to whom you say you gave your passport?"
"I did not notice it."
"His name?"
"I never demanded it."
A grin on the face of the commissaire, a very sarcastic curl of the lip, a shrug of the shoulders, an ominous silence.
"Sir," said I, somewhat sobered by the course events had taken, "I am a British subject!"