I know
something, monsieur."
"I believe you do!"
"You gave me credit for having some little influence in this world of
Paris. I have used it. What I have learned--I shall not tell you how,
specifically--enables me to assure you that the Montalais jewels are on
their way to America."
"And I am to believe you make this journey to help me regain them?"
"What do you think, then?"
"I do not know what to think, mademoiselle. I am overwhelmed--abashed
and humbled by contemplation of such generosity."
"You see, you do not know me, monsieur. But you shall know me better
before we are finished."
"One does not question that." Nor did one! "But if I am to sail for
America to-day--"
"To-morrow, from Cherbourg, at eight in the morning."
"Well, to-morrow, then: but how am I to get my passport vised?"
"I have seen to that. If you will look over your papers, monsieur, you
will see that you are no longer Paul Martin alias Andre Duchemin, but
Paul Delorme, my invalid brother, still suffering from honourable
wounds sustained in the Great War and ordered abroad for his health.
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