“Dog,” exclaimed the Abyssinian, “why did you shadow my footsteps?”
“I did not follow you.”
“Do not lie to me.”
“I’m speaking the truth.”
“I believe, Henry, or Cook, as you now call yourself, that we have met before.”
“I never saw you before.”
Enoch’s glance sought the floor as he spoke. Ajeeb laughed.
“You do not know one Henry Stolburst?” he said.
“No.”
The Abyssinian sprang upon Enoch, and grasped him by the throat.