...evening, and entered a small, mean- looking restaurant to ask any way.--There were a number of men in the room, and as I glanced in a looking-glass I saw a face there was no mistaking — that of M. Vernay . --He was sitting at one of the little, round marble-topped tables with two companions, with his face to the wall, and his side-face reflected in the glass. I saw him clearly, but from his position...