It will give me great pleasure to present one
of them--one, I believe, will be enough. Mr. Claiborne, will you kindly
allow Monsieur Jules Chauvenet to stand in the door for a moment? I want
to ask him a question."
Shirley, sitting farthest from Armitage, folded her hands upon the long
table and looked toward the door into which her brother vanished. Then
Jules Chauvenet stood before them all, and as his eyes met hers for a
second the color rose to his face, and he broke out angrily:
"This is infamous! This is an outrage! Baron von Marhof, as an Austrian
subject, I appeal to you for protection from this man!"
"Monsieur, you shall have all the protection Baron von Marhof cares to
give you; but first I wish to ask you a question--just one. You followed
me to America with the fixed purpose of killing me. You sent a Servian
assassin after me--a fellow with a reputation for doing dirty work--and
he tried to stick a knife into me on the deck of the _King Edward_. I
shall not recite my subsequent experiences with him or with you and
Monsieur Durand. You announced at Captain Claiborne's table at the Army
and Navy Club in Washington that I was an impostor, and all the time,
Monsieur, you have really believed me to be some one--some one in
particular.
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