"Mr. Winchester!" cried Snoggles—for it was he.
"Hush, my good fellow—don't say a word!" said Chichester, recovering his presence of mind. "I am really glad to see you—I have often thought of you since that unpleasant affair. I hope it put you to no inconvenience. At all events, I will make matters all right now."
"Better late than never," said Snoggles.
"Well—and you must promise me faithfully not to mention this affair to any one, and I will always stand your friend. And, remember—my name is Chichester now—not Winchester. Pray do not forget that."
"No—no: I'm fly enough—I'm down to trap," replied Snoggles, with a leer of insolent familiarity.
"Here is a twenty-pound note—that will cover all your losses, and recompense you into the bargain."
"That'll do."
"It would be better that you should not say that you ever knew me before."
"Just as you like."
"I prefer that course. But now to another point. Where did you see Mr. Richard Markham?"