His brows knitted and his face grew dark as he thought of one thing in his past of which Kitely had spoken so easily and glibly--the dock.

He saw himself in that dock again--and Mallalieu standing by him.

They were not called Mallalieu and Cotherstone then, of course.

He remembered what their real names were--he remembered, too, that, until a few minutes before, he had certainly not repeated them, even to himself, for many a long year.

Oh, yes--he remembered everything--he saw it all again.