The rest of his face was oval and, I thought, rather Oriental; he had two black tufts of moustache.
"What has he done ?" I asked.
"I am not sure of the details," said Grant, "but his besetting sin is a desire to intrigue to the disadvantage of others.

Probably he has adopted some imposture or other to effect his plan." "What plan ?" I asked.

"If you know all about him, why don't you tell me why he is the wickedest man in England?
What is his name ?" Basil Grant stared at me for some moments.
"I think you've made a mistake in my meaning," he said.

"I don't know his name.

I never saw him before in my life." "Never saw him before!" I cried, with a kind of anger; "then what in heaven's name do you mean by saying that he is the wickedest man in England ?" "I meant what I said," said Basil Grant calmly.