“I am. His face is one not easily forgotten. But I thought his term was not up for some time yet.”
“Perhaps he was let out for good behavior,” suggested Captain Harley. “They often shorten their time for that reason, you know.”
“So I understand. How about this, Bixby?”
And he turned to my pretended guardian.
Mr. Norton, as I shall continue to call him for the present, pressed his mouth together tightly.
“I don’t know you,” he snapped.
“What!”
“I say I don’t know you.”
“Do you mean to deny that you are Norton Bixby?”