Then, of a sudden, the lights were switched on.
The sharp rays that spread from the clusters of electric lamps revealed a man's figure outlined in the doorway.

His eyes traveled about the room as if imploring a nod of recognition, but none was vouchsafed him.
"Collins!" exclaimed Cooper in an undertone.
"Get him!" commanded Fanwell.

"Remember, I'm a relation of yours--from the West!" Hiding his reluctancy, Cooper left his seat and advanced toward the doorway.
"Hello, George!" He extended a hand in greeting.
An expression of drunken amazement overspread Collins's dissipated face.
He came forward, almost falling on the other man's shoulders.
"Hello, Tom!" he returned the greeting.

"Glad there's one man that ain't ashamed to talk to me.

Just look at 'em around here! They act as if they didn't know me.