CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
HOW I SUFFERED A RELAPSE, WHICH DID ME GOOD.
The gentleman who entered the room was a middle-aged man, of striking appearance.

In face and person he seemed worn and feeble.

He walked with a slight stoop; his cheeks were hollow and slightly flushed, and his brow was furrowed by lines which would have appeared deep even in a much older man.

But as soon as he began to talk his face lit up, his eyes sparkled, and there was a ring in his voice which was more like Jack Smith himself than his older and more sedate namesake.
For this stranger, I guessed at once, must be the other Mr Smith with whom Jack lodged.
At sight of him Billy stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence, and, putting his hand up to his forelock, saluted him with his usual familiar grin.
"Ah, William, my worthy friend, you here ?" the gentleman said, almost gaily, as he entered.

"I heard I should find you on duty.