"An Englishman?" he asked.

And the other nodded.

"Come this way."

The cobbler hobbled towards the Kneiphof, where the streets arequiet, and the Englishman followed him. At the corner of the KohlMarkt he turned and looked, not at the man, but at his boots.

"You are a sailor?" he exclaimed.

"Yes."

"I occasionally was told to look for an English sailor--Louis d'Arragon."

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

Still the cobbler hesitated.

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