"We have met before," I said. "I could not make you out at first. You were at Weissenstein last year. You remember that affair?"
Professor Cutter looked at me curiously for several seconds before he answered.
"You are the man who let down the rope," he said at last. "I remember you now very well."
There was a short pause.
"Did you ever hear any more of that lady?" asked he, presently.
"No, I did not even know her name, any more than I knew yours," I replied. "I took you for a physician, and the lady for your patient."
We heard steps on the polished floor outside the smoking-room.
"If I were you, I would not say anything to Carvel about that matter," said the professor quickly.
The door opened, and John entered the room. He was a little pale and looked nervous.
"Ah," he ejaculated, "I thought you would fraternize over the tobacco."