A Marseilles merchant, a friend of Ferragut, seemed to recall that some months before a German spy, surprised in the harbor, had been executed.

Three lines, no more, in the newspapers, gave an account of his death.

They said that he was an officer....

And his friend went on talking about the war news while Ulysses was thinking that the executed man could not have been any one else but von Kramer.
On that same afternoon he had an encounter.

While passing through the street of _Saint-Ferreol_, looking at the show windows, the cries of several conductors of cabs and automobiles who could not manage to drive their vehicles through the narrow and crowded streets, attracted his attention.