"Not much; but I told him some things he'd better not know."
"Who is he?"
"How do I know? I thought he was you. That's why I was surprised when you stepped in the door. I didn't get who you were at first. You look different since you—"
"Never mind that, Wally," interrupted Cronin. He addressed Harry in a voice that boded no good.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Harry hesitated a moment, then he decided to take matters calmly and to bluff his way out of this unexpected dilemma.
"My name is Vincent," he said quietly. "Harry Vincent."
"You're the guy that was on the train," said Cronin in sudden recognition. "What's your idea of following me? Are you a bull?"
"Listen, Cronin," said Harry, with sudden boldness. "I'm a friend of yours, but you don't know it. I made a big mistake butting in on this business. I'll admit that. But I'm willing to get out."
"I guess you're anxious enough to get out," sneered Cronin. "But you'll wait a while until I find out what you mean by this 'friend' stuff. I never saw you before to-day."