"But all this has nothing to do with me.

My name is John Hamilton.

See, it is engraved on the stock of the gun," catching it up and holding it under the spectacled eyes, which still observed it with some trepidation.

"That is the name in my passports, in the book down stairs, in the lining of my hat.

I am sorry, since you were only obeying orders, that my rough play has caused you alarm." He unbolted the door.