…where is your insignia?” He put his elbows on the table, leaned his face on his hands, and fixed me with his great angry eyes. The question naturally staggered me. I had no answer, no excuse, no clue to its meaning; but the same strange inspiration seized me, and letting myself go, as it were, 1 calmly answered,”I was sent to meet you here.”He was still suspicious. “By whom?” he snapped.This was a poser. But it flashed across my mind that a few minutes before I had heard the girl mention the name ”Dusetto” She had articulated it so prettily that it caught my attention, and I ventured to pronounce it now, noticing its effect on both with a quiet smile. Still the man was not satisfied, and I was wondering how long I could bluff the matter out, when the girl came to my rescue. Laying her little hand…