“I think we have met before,” said Murdock, with another look full of meaning.
“I don’t remember ever meeting you,” replied the stranger, who now almost repented that he hadn’t made a bold dash for freedom when at the door.
“I feel sure that we have met,” said Murdock. “How may I call your name?”
“James Benton,” replied the other.
“From Virginia?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I have never met a Mr. Benton,” said Murdock.
“I was sure that you were in error when you said that you knew me,” said the stranger, with an air of relief.
“Not as Benton, but under another name, I have met you.”
“Ah!” The hand of the stranger sought the handle of his knife. The movement was not unnoticed by the keen eye of Murdock.