It was a clever job, Monsieur!" Chauvenet's gloved fingers caught at his mustache.
"That is almost insulting, Monsieur Armitage.

A distinguished statesman is killed--therefore I must have murdered him.

You forget that there's a difference between us--you are an unknown adventurer, carried on the books of the police as a fugitive from justice, and I can walk to the hotel and get twenty reputable men to vouch for me.

I advise you to be careful not to mention my name in connection with Count von Stroebel's death." He had begun jauntily, but closed in heat, and when he finished Armitage nodded to signify that he understood perfectly.
"A few more deaths and you would be in a position to command tribute from a high quarter, Monsieur." "Your mind seems to turn upon assassination.

If you know so much about Stroebel's death, it's unfortunate that you left Europe at a time when you might have rendered important aid in finding the murderer.