“Do you think so now?” inquired the inventor, turning sharply face about.
“I certainly thought I knew you.”
“And suppose you was right?”
“If you were really the person I supposed,” replied Andy, “I would have done just exactly what I promised to do when I last saw that person.”
“And what was that?”
“To forget it.”
“You’d keep your word, eh?”
“I generally try to.”
The man’s eyes seemed riveted on Andy in a peculiar way that made the boy squirm. There was something uncanny about it all. Andy experienced a decidedly disagreeable creeping sensation. The inventor was silent for a moment or two. Then he asked:
“Who sent you here?”