AspireQuiz

Ausable did not fit any description of a secret agent Fowler had ever read.
Following him down the musty corridor of the gloomy French hotel where
Ausable had a room, Fowler felt let down. It was a small room, on the sixth
and top floor, and scarcely a setting for a romantic adventure. Ausable was,
for one thing, fat. Very fat. And then there was his accent. Though he spoke
French and German passably, he had never altogether lost the American
accent he had brought to Paris from Boston twenty years ago. “You are
disappointed,” Ausable said wheezily over his shoulder.