He's only the small change." "But," I said, "everyone says; you said yourself...." "To be sure," he answered.

"But you don't think that _I_ play second fiddle to a bounder of that calibre.

Not really ?" He looked at me with a certain seriousness.

I remembered, as I had remembered once before, that Fox was a personality--a power.

I had never realised till then how entirely--fundamentally--different he was from any other man that I knew.