"I know no Gaston Lafitte." "There you lie, Boucher.

You knew him well enough and you can't forget him if you would.

Your face has shown it.

It was well that you had powerful friends then, or you would soon be completing your twentieth year in the galleys." The blood rushed back into Boucher's face until it was a blazing red, and he attacked savagely.

Few men could have stood before that powerful and cunning offense, but Willet met him at every point.