"Suppose," said Powell, "that I do not care to be known in Baltimore. How does it concern you?"
"It does not concern me at all."
"Then why mention it?" Powell persisted.
"Because it concerns you — and your immediate welfare. More so, perhaps, than you suppose." The young man's voice was firm.
Again the hunted eyes flashed. Powell looked about to see if they were alone. Then he spoke in a low, but demanding, tone.
"Why are you watching me?"
"I told you why," came the answer. "For your own good!"
"What are you? A detective?"
"No. I have no concern whatever with the law."
Powell saw that the man's eyes were frank. He believed him. Then he laughed, in a disgruntled manner.