He looked from the back to Maddox.

Maddox could not see what he saw, but his face reflected the horror of Jewdwine's.
Their voices were inaudible enough now.
"Do you know who it is ?" "I should think I did.

It's the man himself." "How truly damnable," said Rankin.

After those words there was a silence which Jewdwine, like the wise man he was, utilized for his correspondence.
It was Maddox who recovered first.

"Call him what you like," said he, in a wonderfully natural voice, between two puffs of a cigarette, "I consider him an uncommonly good sort.