He dared not admit to the clerk the quarrel which had left him in Braun's power.
"You'll have a letter surely, from him in a week or so," smoothly answered the cockney, finally.
And then the owner of the Newport Art Gallery sadly departed.
"I am in his power," he musingly said.

"He knows all about me; and I nothing of him.

He is a fiend, that fellow; and he will perhaps keep clear of my friends on the other side.

He is too smart to commit himself." The only clue possible lay in watching the doltish London clerk.

And on his way home the picture-dealer gave that up as hopeless.