“His name is Burt Cromwell.”
“I suppose you came to tell your uncle all about it?”
“Nothing of the kind.”
“Why are you here?”
“Ajeeb sent for me.”
“What does he want?”
“I have not seen him yet; he is away from home.”
“To-morrow,” said the prisoner, and he laughed hysterically, “your uncle is going to even up matters for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing much; he merely promises to remove my other ear!”