"I never could find out riddles in my life," said Chandos. "How hard it rains! I did not see you on the train."
"I saw you," answered the man: "I see everything."
"Indeed!" replied Chandos Winslow, not particularly well pleased with his companion: "then you must see a great deal that does not please you."
"Not much," said the other: "I am easily pleased. Did you see a green chariot behind the train, and a gentleman in it, and a vally--an Italian vagabond?"
Chandos started, and turned round, saying, "No. Whose carriage was it?"
"The master of Elmsly was in it," said the man.
"Indeed!" said Chandos. And, after a moment's thought, he added, "You seem to know me, I think."
"Oh, yes; I know you quite well," replied the stranger. "I was in the court when you were tried for murder."
The old lady opposite gave a start, and exclaimed, "Lord a-mercy!" and Chandos's face flushed, partly in anger, partly in shame.
"A recollection of such things is not particularly pleasant to me," he replied, sharply.