"A. Wilmot."
Meanwhile the dark-skinned youth had been studying the fair one.
"'Ave I not seen you before?" he asked.
"In the bar at the Meriden," said Greg.
"Ah, was that you? Then this is a disguise?"
"If you like."
"You follow me into that bar?"
"Yes. I was trying to get into touch with Miss Wilmot."
"Ah! You think this quite the fair thing?"
"What do you mean?"