"A code one does not wish to tamper with." "No ?" she inquired, with the odd little smile of foreknowledge again.
"No.

And, therefore, before I go any farther, I think it best to tell you that I am not what I am pretending to be.

I am pretending to be the son of the little Dauphin, who escaped from the Temple.

He may have escaped from the Temple; that I don't know.

But I know, or at least I think I know, that he is not buried in Farlingford churchyard and he was not my father.