He had learnt to know man, within a white or coloured skin.

The effect of his words was patent to him.
"You remember the Simiacine ?" he said abruptly.
"Yes." "I've found it." "The devil you have! Sit down." Durnovo took the chair indicated.
"Yes, sir," he said, "I've got it.

I've laid my hand on it at last.

I've always been on its track.

That has been my little game all the time.