CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
PROOF POSITIVE
I was greatly interested, even though I was now filled with suspicion.
Somehow I had become impressed with the idea that the stranger might have been one of the daring and dangerous association, and that he had related that strange story for the purpose of misleading me.
But the stranger, who had, in the course of our conversation, told me that his name was Pierre Delanne, only said—
“You could have read it all in the Matin, my dear monsieur.”
His attitude was that of a man who knew more than he intended to reveal. Surely it was a curious circumstance, standing there in the night, listening to the dramatic truth concerning the big-faced American, Harriman, whom I had for so long regarded as an enigma.
“Tell me, Monsieur Delanne,” I said, “for what reason have you followed me to London?”
He laughed as he strode easily along at my side towards the Duke of York’s steps.
“Haven’t I already told you that I did not purposely follow you?” he exclaimed.