Englishmen can share a cabin, and still be distant." "The furniture is the same," said Giraud, looking round with a reflective eye, "but there is a different feeling in the air.

It is different from the Paris clubs.

Do you know Paris, Monsieur Devar ?" Devar paused.
"Of course, I have been there," he replied, looking at the carpet.
"What Englishman has not ?" [Illustration: "MR.

DEVAR," REPEATED TURNER, "LET ME DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THE DOOR!"] And he was still saying pleasant things of the capital, when the button-boy brought me John Turner's card.

I told him to bring the gentleman upstairs, and remember still the odd feeling in the throat with which I heard Turner's step.
The door was thrown open.