Is the change in our appearance sufficient?"
I looked at myself in the little gilt mirror over the mantel-piece.
Perhaps because I looked, thinking of myself as I had been in the days
before these strange happenings had come into my life, I answered his
question promptly.
"I cannot believe," I said, "that any one would know me for Hardross
Courage. I am perfectly certain, too, that I should not recognize in you
to-day the Leslie Guest who--died at Saxby."
"I believe that you are right," Guest admitted. "At any rate, it is one
of those matters which we must leave no chance. Only keep your identity
always before you. At the Cafe Suisse we shall be watched every moment of
the day. Remember that you are a German-American of humble birth.
Remember that always."
I nodded.
"I am not an impulsive person," I answered. "I am used to think before I
speak. I shall remember. But there is one thing I am afraid of, Guest. It
must also have occurred to you. Now that the Cafe Suisse is in the hands
of strangers, will not your friends change their meeting-place?"
"I think not," Guest answered slowly.
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