He passes now as an American--his English is
excellent--and he hints at large American interests."
"He probably has forged securities to sell," commented the German. "I
know those fellows. The business is best done quietly."
"I dare say," returned Chauvenet.
"Of course, you greeted him as a long-lost friend," remarked Claiborne
leadingly.
"No; I wanted to make sure of him; and, strangely enough, he assisted me
in a very curious way."
All felt that they were now to hear the denouement of the story, and
several men bent forward in their absorption with their elbows on the
table. Chauvenet smiled and resumed, with a little shrug of his
shoulders.
"Well, I must go back a moment to say that the man I knew at Bar Harbor
had a real crest--the ladies to whom he wrote notes treasured them, I
dare say, because of the pretty insignium. He had it engraved on his
cigarette case, a bird of some kind tiptoeing on a helmet, and beneath
there was a motto, _Fide non armis_."
"The devil!" exclaimed the young German. "Why, that's very like--"
"Very like the device of the Austrian Schomburgs.
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