Hugh Henfrey could not make the fellow out. Yet many times before he had been addressed by strangers who seemed to question him out of curiosity, and for no apparent reason. This man was one of them, no doubt.

The man, who had accompanied the woman whom the stranger had followed out, rose, exchanged a significant glance with the little man, and walked out. That the three were in accord seemed quite apparent, though Hugh was still unsuspicious.

He chatted merrily with the stranger for nearly half an hour, and then rose and left the cafe. When quite close to the hotel the stranger overtook him, and halting, asked in a low voice, in very good English: "I believe you are Mr. Henfrey--are you not?"

"Why do you ask that?" inquired Hugh, much surprised. "My name is Jordan--William Jordan."

"Yes," laughed the man. "That is, I know, the name you have given at the hotel. But your real name is Henfrey."

Hugh started. The stranger, noticing his alarm, hastened to reassure him.




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