He, in his turn, looked at me in some interest and then at the door, as if he were half inclined to try the effect of a struggle.
"First and foremost, do you know where you are and who I am ?" I asked him.
"No," he said, "I can't say as ever I set my eyes on yer afore last night, and I don't know yer bloomin' name or what yer are and I don't want to." "Politeness is evidently not your strong point," I commented.

"Just look at that!" Taking a sheet of note-paper from the rack upon my table I handed it to him.
He did so, and I saw a look of surprise steal over his face.

He looked from it to me and then back again at the paper.
"Fairfax," he said.

"The d---- Tec, the same as got poor old Billy Whitelaw scragged last year." "I certainly believe I had that honour," I returned, "and it's just possible, if you continue in your present career, that I may have the pleasure of doing the same for you.

Now, look here, my man, there's some one else at the back of this business, and what I want to know is, who put you up to try your hand upon me?
Tell me that, and I will let you go and say no more about it.