Flambeau was peering into the house with a visage as white as a sheet.
"I know what you're driving at," said Flambeau rather gloomily.
"All right," said Flambeau, laughing, and finished his beer.
"Or on the seat," said Flambeau, and pointed to the little table.
Talking of tools, you've got that swordstick, Flambeau, you always carry?
Flambeau did not understand the sherry, but he did not object to it in the least.
Flambeau, leaning motionless on the parapet, laughed and said: "My dear fellow!"
He is in command at the village of Flambeau in the Vosges Mountains.
"You mean the paper on which Quinton confessed his suicide," said Flambeau.
"I should think it was," said Flambeau, with something like a shudder.