“You got your thousand pounds?”
“I got my thousand pounds.”
A longish silence fell between us.
“Mr. Pilbrow,” I said at last, “what has brought you here?”
“Destiny,” he answered at once; “yours and mine.”
“It was quite accidental, this meeting?”
“As the world would consider it—quite.”
“Well,” I said, after a pause, “it is very wonderful; and most of all your knowing me again. I—I hope you will be here a day or two. I must be going home.”
He looked at me with his strange wolf’s eyes.
“I only arrived last night,” he said. “You live here?—but, of course.”