"Know him!" said the lad. "Ah, in a moment."
"Of course you would," said the detective. Then he rose and wishing Leicester, "good day," left the room.
He paused outside, and looking in at the window made a signal to Leicester. Leicester looked over at Jamie Sanderson and prepared him.
"Jamie," he said. "Don't be startled. Do you know me?"
The lad, at the sound of Leicester's natural voice, turned pale and trembled, but said nothing.
"Don't be frightened, Jamie," said Leicester, and very slowly be removed the wig and beard.
Jamie uttered a cry of joy, which rapidly changed to fear.
"Maester Leicester!" he cried, stretching out his thin hand in an agony of terror, "put them on again, and fly! Fly, this moment! You are in danger! All is known, all know it beside me! Oh, fly, for Heaven's sake!"
"Jamie," said Leicester, "be calm! What is known, my lad?"