The other put up his elbow as if to ward off a blow, and then Dick opened the eyes of anger.
'Oh,' he said, 'it is you, is it?'
They stood looking at each other in silence.
'Just stand there, my fine fellow,' Dick said, 'until I light the gas. I must have a better look at you.'
The stranger turned longing eyes on the door as the light struck him.
'Not a single step in that direction,' said Dick, 'unless you want to go over the banisters.'
Abinger came closer to the man who was Sir Clement Dowton's double, and looked him over. He wore a white linen jacket, and an apron to match, and it would have been less easy to mistake him for a baronet aping the barber than it had been for the barber to ape the baronet.
'Your name?' asked Dick.
'Josephs,' the other mumbled.
'You are a barber, I presume?'