Until we have an interview with him, I refuse to give any information concerning myself," I said.
"But you have a passport ?" I drew it from my pocket, saying-- "It proves, I think, that my name is what I have told you." The fellow, standing astride, read it, and handed it back to me.
"Where is the woman ?" he demanded.

"Tell me." "I don't know," was my reply.
"Perhaps you will tell me," he said, turning to the old wood-cutter with a sinister expression upon his face.

"Remember, these fugitives are found in your house, and you are liable to arrest." "I don't know--indeed I don't!" protested the old fellow, trembling beneath the officer's threat.

Like all his class, he feared the police, and held them in dread.
"Ah, you don't remember, I suppose!" he smiled.

"Well, perhaps your memory will be refreshed by a month or two in prison.