"No nonsense!" Charles exclaimed, in his authoritative way. "We know who you are. We have found you out this time. You are Colonel Clay. If you attempt to resist--take care--I will handcuff you!" The military gentleman gave a start. "Yes, I _am_ Colonel Clay," he answered. "On what charge do you arrest me?" Charles was bursting with wrath. The fellow's coolness seemed never to desert him. "You _are_ Colonel Clay!" he muttered. "You have the unspeakable effrontery to stand there and admit it?" "Certainly," the Colonel answered, growing hot in turn. "I have done nothing to be ashamed of. What do you mean by this conduct? How dare you talk of arresting me?" Charles laid his hand on the man's shoulder. "Come, come, my friend," he said. "That sort of bluff won't go down with us. You know very well on what charge I arrest you; and here are the police to give effect to it." He called out "Entrez!" The police entered the room. Charles explained as well as he could in most doubtful Parisian what they were next to do. The Colonel drew himself up in an indignant attitude. He turned and addressed them in excellent French. "I am an officer in the service of her Britannic Majesty," he said. "On what ground do you venture to interfere with me, messieurs?" The chief policeman explained. The Colonel turned to Charles. "_Your_ name, sir?" he inquired. "You know it very well," Charles answered. "I am Sir Charles Vandrift; and, in spite of your clever disguise, I can instantly recognise you. I know your eyes and ears. I can see the same man who cheated me at Nice, and who insulted me on the island." "_You_ Sir Charles Vandrift!" the rogue cried. "No, no, sir, you are a madman!" He looked round at the police. "Take care what you do!" he cried. "This is a raving maniac. I had business just now with Sir Charles Vandrift, who quitted the room as these gentlemen entered. This person is mad, and you, monsieur, I doubt not," bowing to me, "you are, of course, his keeper." "Do not let him deceive you," I cried to the police, beginning to fear that with his usual incredible cleverness the fellow would even now manage to slip through our fingers. "Arrest him, as you are told. _We_ will take the responsibility." Though I trembled when I thought of that cheque he held of mine. The chief of our three policemen came forward and laid his hand on the culprit's shoulder. "I advise you, M. le Colonel," he said, in an official voice, "to come with us quietly for the present. Before the juge d'instruction we can enter at length into all these questions." The Colonel, very indignant still--and acting the part marvellously--yielded and went along with them. "Where's Medhurst?" Charles inquired, glancing round as we reached the door. "I wish he had stopped with us." "You are looking for monsieur your friend?" the landlord inquired, with a side bow to the Colonel. "He has gone away in a fiacre. He asked me to give this note to you."