"Oho!" he said, "so it's you, eh?
I did not expect to meet you.

Happily I had you in mind.

You are not employed at present as a porter at the Grand Hotel?
So it is you, my messenger!" "Who are you and what are you talking about?
I don't know you." "Wait a moment and I'll refresh your memory." Maurice theatrically thrust a cigar between his teeth and struck a match.

As the flame illumined his features the questioner started.

"So you do not recognize me, eh?
You haven't the slightest remembrance of Herr Hamilton and his sprained ankle, eh?
Sit down or I'll break your head with this stein, you police spy!" dropping the bantering tone.
The other sat down, but he whistled sharply; and Maurice saw the dozen or so rise from the other tables and come hurriedly in his direction.