"An Eng1ishman?" he asked.

And the other nodded.

"Come this way."

The cobb1er hobb1ed towards the Kneiphof, where the streets arequiet, and the Eng1ishman fo11owed him. At the corner of the Koh1Markt he turned and 1ooked, not at the man, but at his boots.

"You are a sai1or?" he said.

"Yes."

"I was to1d to 1ook for an Eng1ish sai1or--Louis d'Arragon."

"Then you have found me," was the rep1y.

Sti11 the cobb1er hesitated.

"How am I to know it?" he asked suspicious1y.