It's a bit suspicious, Monsieur Armitage! It is known at the Hotel Monte Rosa in Geneva that you were the last person to enjoy an interview with the venerable statesman--you see I am not dull, Monsieur Armitage!" "You are not dull, Chauvenet; you are only shortsighted.

The same witnesses know that John Armitage was at the Hotel Monte Rosa for twenty-four hours following the Count's departure.

Meanwhile, where were you, Jules Chauvenet ?" Chauvenet's hand again went to his face, which whitened, though he sought refuge again in flippant irony.
"To be sure! Where was I, Monsieur?
Undoubtedly you know all my movements, so that it is unnecessary for me to have any opinions in the matter." "Quite so! Your opinions are not of great value to me, for I employed agents to trace every move you made during the month in which Count von Stroebel was stabbed to death in his railway carriage.

It is so interesting that I have committed the record to memory.

If the story would interest you--" The hand that again sought the slight mustache trembled slightly; but Chauvenet smiled.
"You should write the memoirs of your very interesting career, my dear fellow.