His pale face grew crimson, and the veins swelled on his forehead.
"Confound you!" he said in a low, concentrated voice.

"Who are you ?" Kitely shook his head and smiled quietly.
"No need to grow warm," he answered.

"Of course, it's excusable in you.
Who am I?
Well, if you really want to know, I've been employed in the police line for thirty-five years--until lately." "A detective!" exclaimed Cotherstone.
"Not when I was present at Wilchester--that time," replied Kitely.

"But afterwards--in due course.

Ah!--do you know, I often was curious as to what became of you both! But I never dreamed of meeting you--here.