“He doesn't like to see people.”
“Does he object to people seeing him? I saw him once myself.”
“When you threw the gravel at his window?”
Palliser stared contemptuously.
“What are you talking about? I did not throw stones at his window,” he lied. “I'm not a school-boy.”
“That's so,” Tembarom admitted.
“I saw him, nevertheless. And I can tell you he gave me rather a start.”
“Why?”
Palliser half laughed again. He did not mean to go too quickly; he would let the thing get on Tembarom's nerves gradually.
“Well, I'm hanged if I didn't take him for a man who is dead.”