But it is wonderful; it is quite wonderful--" The man's face was alight with discovery, with an alert pleasure that awaited recognition.
"My dear fellow, you really become annoying," and Armitage again thrust his hand into his trousers pocket.

"I should hate awfully to appeal to the police; but you must not crowd me too far." The man seemed moved by deep feeling, and his eyes were bright with excitement.

His hands clasped tightly the railing that protected the glass window of the book shop.

As Armitage turned away impatiently the man ejaculated huskily, as though some over-mastering influence wrung the words from him: "Don't you know me?
I am Oscar--don't you remember me, and the great forest, where I taught you to shoot and fish?
You are--" He bent toward Armitage with a fierce insistence, his eyes blazing in his eagerness to be understood.
John Armitage turned again to the window, leaned lightly upon the iron railing and studied the title of a book attentively.

He was silently absorbed for a full minute, in which the man who had followed him waited.
Taking his cue from Armitage's manner he appeared to be deeply interested in the bookseller's display; but the excitement still glittered in his eyes.
Armitage was thinking swiftly, and his thoughts covered a very wide range of time and place as he stood there.