"Pardon me," said the young man, quietly, as if he were now weary of the matter, "I do not think it necessary."
There was a bit of silence. The general looked thoughtfully at the young man.
"If your Lordship will let me—" he went on.
"My dear sir," the other interrupted, in the same weary and lethargic manner, "I can get more reliable knowledge from other sources. Let the fellow go back."
"That will do," said the general to the guard, who then covered my eyes and led me back to prison.
Lying there in the dark, I told D'ri all I knew of my mysterious journey. My account of the young man roused him to the soul.
"Wha' kind uv a nose hed he?" he inquired.
"Roman," I said.
"Bent in at the p'int a leetle?"
"Yes."
"And black hair shingled short?"
"Yes."
"An' tall, an' a kind uv a nasty, snookin', mis'able-lookin' cuss?"
"Just about the look of him," I said.
