“Yes.”
“And that he recognized 'the young cub' the moment he saw me, see?”
“'The young cub?' yes.”
“There isn't a man in all New York who would know me aside from yourself, Patsy, the inspector and the superintendent.”
“Well?”
“The only person who would stand a chance of recognizing my face because he never forgets one—which implies that he has not seen it in a long time—the only person who would be likely to speak of me as a 'young cub,' is one who saw me frequently when I was a boy in Nevada, and who always called me a 'young cub' in those days.”
“And that person is Jasper Gregory.”
“Certainly.”
“Good, lad; you've hit it. Only——”
“What?”