"Bad--bad news!" "What about ?" asked Mallalieu.

"Private?
Business ?" Cotherstone put his lips almost close to Mallalieu's ear.
"That man Kitely--my new tenant," he whispered.

"He's met us--you and me--before!" Mallalieu's rosy cheeks paled, and he turned sharply on his companion.
"Met--us!" he exclaimed.

"Him! Where ?--when ?" Cotherstone got his lips still closer.
"Wilchester!" he answered.

"Thirty years ago.