The Master also plate was new.

At our last sight of the cabin, it had not been there.
Taking off goggles and gauntlets, and throwing open his sheepskin jacket, the Frenchman sat down.

The Master also sat down at the desk.
A brief silence, more pregnant than any speech, followed.

Each man narrowly appraised the other.

Then said the newcomer, still in that admirable French of his: "You understand, of course, _n'est-ce pas ?_ that it is useless to offer any resistance to the authority of the A.C.B." "May I take the liberty of inquiring what your credentials may be, and with whom I have the great pleasure of speaking ?" returned the Master.
His eyes, mirroring admiration, peered with some curiosity at the dark, lean face of the Frenchman.
"I," answered the other, "am Lieutenant Andre Leclair, formerly of the French flying forces, now a commander in the International Air Police." "Leclair ?" demanded the Master quickly, his face lighting with a glad surprise.