"I vonder he not keel you furst, M'sieur; maybe he use you, an' then, hav' you shot in ze South.

Oui, zat be ze easy vay.

Why you ever cum down, an' claim to be Philip Henley--hey ?" "That was all a mistake," I returned deliberately.

"I came merely to look after his interest ?" "Interest! Why a dead man hav' interest ?" "Do you mean Philip Henley is dead ?" "You pretend not know?
By Gar, eet queer.

Vell, I tell you, M'sieur.
Ze hole back ov ze picture; I lie there one night an' leesten, week, ten days ago.