"I am only an officer myself," Morhange went on, in an even humbler tone, "and if ever I have been sensible to the intellectual inferiority of that class, I assure you that it was now in glancing--I beg your pardon for having taken the liberty to do so--in glancing over the learned pages which you devote to the passionate story of Medusa, according to Procles of Carthage, cited by Pausanias." A laughable surprise spread over the features of the little old man. He hastily wiped his spectacles. "What!" he finally cried. "It is indeed unfortunate, in this matter," Morhange continued imperturbably, "that we are not in possession of the curious dissertation devoted to this burning question by Statius Sebosus, a work which we know only through Pliny and which...." "You know Statius Sebosus?" "And which, my master, the geographer Berlioux...." "You knew Berlioux--you were his pupil?" stammered the little man with the decoration. "I have had that honor," replied Morhange, very coldly. "But, but, sir, then you have heard mentioned, you are familiar with the question, the problem of Atlantis?" "Indeed I am not unacquainted with the works of Lagneau, Ploix, Arbois de Jubainville," said Morhange frigidly. "My God!" The little man was going through extraordinary contortions. "Sir--Captain, how happy I am, how many excuses...." Just then, the portiére was raised. Ferradji appeared again. "Sir, they want me to tell you that unless you come, they will begin without you." "I am coming, I am coming. Say, Ferradji, that we will be there in a moment. Why, sir, if I had foreseen ... It is extraordinary ... to find an officer who knows Procles of Carthage and Arbois de Jubainville. Again ... But I must introduce myself. I am Etienne Le Mesge, Fellow of the University." "Captain Morhange," said my companion. I stepped forward in my turn. "Lieutenant de Saint-Avit. It is a fact, sir, that I am very likely to confuse Arbois of Carthage with Procles de Jubainville. Later, I shall have to see about filling up those gaps. But just now, I should like to know where we are, if we are free, and if not, what occult power holds us. You have the appearance, sir, of being sufficiently at home in this house to be able to enlighten us upon this point, which I must confess, I weakly consider of the first importance." M. Le Mesge looked at me. A rather malevolent smile twitched the corners of his mouth. He opened his lips.... A gong sounded impatiently. "In good time, gentlemen, I will tell you. I will explain everything.... But now you see that we must hurry. It is time for lunch and our fellow diners will get tired of waiting." "Our fellow diners?"