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.
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.
"Or on the seat," said Flambeau, and pointed to the little table.
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.
"I should think it was," said Flambeau, with something like a shudder.
"You mean the paper on which Quinton confessed his suicide," said Flambeau.