CHAPTER XI.
MYSTERIOUS PROCEEDINGS.
The doctor pointed to a chair, looked at his watch, and said:-- "I hope you have had a pleasant journey.

Arrived this morning ?" There was not the faintest gleam of recognition on his face.

Not a smile; not a glance; nothing but the easy politeness of a stranger to a stranger.
"N--not exactly," I faltered.

"Yesterday morning, sir." "Ah, indeed! Spent the day in sight-seeing, I dare say.

Admire Paris ?" Too much astonished to speak, I took refuge in a bow.
"Not found any lodgings yet, I presume ?" asked the doctor, mending a pen very deliberately.
"N--not yet, sir." "I concluded so The English do not seek apartments on Sunday.