“I recognized ’is voice.”
“Oh,” responded Smithers meditatively. Then turning to Guy he added:
“Your friend is very expert in the identification of voices. He ought to belong to Scotland Yard. Are you as clever in that line?”
“No, I’m sure I couldn’t do as well as he did,” replied Guy. “I couldn’t say positively I’d never heard a voice like the highwayman’s. I think Artie’s got sharper ears ’n I have.”
“You didn’t tell ’im you recognized ’im as the highwayman, did you?” asked Smithers, addressing the clerk.
“Oh, no,” replied the latter with a wise blink. “I only asked ’im if he’d lost a revolver in the fog, an’ told ’im you found one.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Well, you picked it up after it was dropped, so I didn’t tell such an awful big fib.”
“Wha’ ’d he say?”
“He said it wasn’t his an’ walked out.”