The strange man let out a hissing sound between his teeth. Then of a sudden he gave a wild, unnatural laugh.
"Shake hands, Mr. Adams," he said, putting out his hand. "I know you by reputation even if not personally. You see, your reputation is so much larger than my own." He laughed again, a sound which grated on the detective's nerves. "I am John S. Watkins, of Bryport. I am connected with the United States secret service."
CHAPTER VIII
WHAT CEPHAS CARBOY SAW
There was a brief pause after the man from Bryport made his announcement. Adam Adams tried hard to see his face clearly, but in the gloom this was impossible.
"Perhaps you do not believe me," said John Watkins. "I can easily prove what I say."
"Why shouldn't I believe you?"
"Because you were on the point of arresting me, which proves that you took me to be—something else."
"How long have you been connected with the secret service?"
"About three years. That is why I know you so well."