“Why isn’t he?” Taylor snapped.
“I know him,” she explained.
“You do?” he cried. “Where did you meet him?”
“In Paris,” she replied.
“How long have you known him?”
“Just about a year,” she answered.
“What do you know about him?” Taylor asked quickly. It was evident that her news seemed very important to him. “What’s his business? How does he make his living? Do you know his people?”
“I don’t think he does anything,” she said hesitatingly.
“Nothing, eh?” Taylor laughed disagreeably. “I suppose you think that’s clear proof he couldn’t be a smuggler?”
“I’m sure you are wrong,” she said with spirit; “he’s my friend.”