“You sent for me,” he said, in a deep, abrupt tone.
Humphrey looked at him intently, the dark eyes meeting his, and the thick black brows contracted as the gaze was prolonged.
“You sent for me,” he repeated, abruptly; “what more do you want?”
“I will tell you after a while,” said Humphrey; “but first of all let me thank you for the kind treatment I have received at your hands.”
“You need not thank me,” was the short reply. “Better treatment than you would have given me.”
“Well, yes,” said Humphrey. “I am afraid it is.”
“Your cousin would have hung me.”
“My cousin! What do you know of my cousin!”
“England is little. Every Englishman of mark is known.”
Humphrey looked at him curiously, and for the moment it seemed to him that he had heard that voice before, but his memory did not help him.