“But what if your substitute is wounded?”
Lamon’s lips, tightly compressed in an effort at control, relaxed in a knowing grin.
“Impossible.”
He fumbled in his vest pockets and finally drew forth a card, which he tossed on the table in front of Pierre.
“You see, he’s an expert.”
Pierre, turning the card over, read it in a single glance:
ALBERT PHILLIPS
Professeur d’Escrime
Methode Americaine