“But what brought him to _me_?” I groaned.
“Train, sir,” answered the man; “plenty of ’em, and easy to catch from
the suburbs. Why he come on here? Why, his offices in the old days was
in Furnival’s; it were that give us the clue. I suppose, now” (he took
off his cap, took a red handkerchief from it, thoughtfully mopped his
forehead, and returned the bandana to its nest), “I suppose, now, he’s
been a-gammoning of you pretty high with his insurances? His fust
principle in life was always to play upon fools.”