“His companion was evidently a foreigner, and I imagine a German.
“He was about fifty years of age, and wore spectacles, and a profusion of beard and whiskers covered more than half his face; but he had a winning smile and good teeth, which he often took an opportunity to show.
“‘We have found you at last.’
“I am thankful to say that I am not nervous when I see danger, and I boldly replied—
“‘My name is Harker, and not Brunton; Mr. Moss, the landlord of these premises, has noticed my resemblance to his late tenant, and is satisfied that I am not the same. Depend upon it that I shall make you repent this outrage.’
“I tried to rise to call for help from the street, but the pistol was cocked and pointed at me, and there was that in the man’s face which cautioned me against rashness in my helpless position.
“‘Well, I never,’ cried Whittock. ‘That was a nice pickle to be in.’
“‘It was,’ observed Harker.
“‘I will sit down,’ I replied, ‘and hear what you have to say; but if I choose to do it, I shall do my best to raise an alarm in spite of your revolver.’
“‘Vel spoke, Carl,’ said the foreigner; ‘Louise always says he’s a plucky one.’