CHAPTER XXV.
THE SPY.
As Verminet swaggered down the street he had the air of a successful man, of a capitalist, in short, and the Managing Director of a highly lucrative concern.

Andre had no difficulty in following his man, though detective's business was quite new to him, which is no such easy matter, although every one thinks that he can become one.

Andre kept his man in sight, and was astonished at the numerous acquaintances that Verminet seemed to have.

Occasionally he said to himself, "Perhaps I am mistaken after all, for fancy is a bad pair of spectacles to see through.

This man may be honest, and I have let my imagination lead me astray." Meanwhile, Verminet who had reached the Boulevard Poisonniere, assumed a totally different air, throwing off his old manner as he cast away his cigar.