“All right,” I answered.
He put out his long arm.
“We will make our arrangements in due time. For the present I must beg
to retain my own property.”
I hesitated, and in a moment my father’s warning came. I looked at the
flabby face, clean-shaven, with loose skin hanging in pouches.
“Tell me your name!” I called, but while my attention was distracted
the long hungry fingers snatched the paper out of my hand.
“Redpath,” said the man, as he left me.