CHAPTER IX
IN WHICH HE HAS A NEAR SHAVE
I
"Captain, you have me guessing." The American bit the end off another cigar, and leaned back in his chair. "You say that swell Frenchman with the waiters hovering about like fleas round a dog's tail is the reason you came to Paris. Is he kind of friendly with Hiram C. Potts?"
Drummond laughed.
"The first time I met Mr. Potts," he remarked, "that swell Frenchman was just preparing to put a thumbscrew on his second thumb."
"Second?" The detective looked up quickly.
"The first had been treated earlier in the evening," answered Drummond quietly. "It was then that I removed your millionaire pal."
The other lit his cigar deliberately.
"Say, Captain," he murmured, "you ain"t pulling my leg by any chance, are you?"
"I am not," said Drummond shortly. "I was told, before I met him, that the gentleman over there was one of the boys…. He is, most distinctly. In fact, though up to date such matters have not been much in my line, I should put him down as a sort of super-criminal. I wonder what name he is passing under here?"
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