“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes, for the landlord wrote it down as he spoke. I have just delivered it to Sir Richard Warbeck, in London here, that he may inquire into the mysterious affair at once.”
“But did not the stranger make any other remarks before he died?”
“He did.”
“What were they?”
“He said that he could swear that one of the two men was none other than Mad Andrew in disguise.”
“Poor devil!”
“And the other one,” observed Bates, “had he any idea who he was?”
“He said he thought it must have been Captain Jack himself, in disguise.”
“Thunder and lightning! you don’t mean that?”