Billy had but finished a cocktail when the detective touched him on the shoulder. The drinker turned quickly around. He gave a perceptible start upon finding himself confronted by Burt.
“Well, sir.”
The Englishman fitted a pair of glasses on his nose as he spoke.
“I’d like to have a few words with you in private.”
“I don’t know you, my man.”
“You will very soon discover who I am,” said Burt.
Barry led the way into one of many small, curtained compartments, fitted up around the sides of a large rear room. Both men sat down. Billy did know who his companion was, and he felt rather uneasy.
“I did not know you were on this side of the ocean,” remarked the detective, “until this morning.”
“Who do you take me to be?”
“Billy Barry, a notorious London crook,” replied Burt.