“Oh, I know a good deal more than you suspect. He told you to look out for me and avoid me. He said I was a bad man and not a safe fellow to associate with. He informed you also that he and I didn’t meet for the first time on this steamer.”
Guy was astonished. Where had this man gathered his information? Had he been eavesdropping?
“You’ve got the best of me,” the boy admitted. “How did you find all that out?”
“I’m a student of psychology, phrenology, physiognomy, telepathy, and several other oligies and pathies in that category,” replied the man with a mysterious wink. “You know what that means, I suppose.”
“Not very clearly, I am afraid,” admitted Guy.
“No? You’re too young. But you’ll learn ’em some day if you’re going to be a man of affairs. And I never studied them in books either. I know a little about some other things—criminology, human nature, and what certain kinds of men will do under certain circumstances and conditions.”
Guy looked puzzled. Most of this was Greek to him. Watson came to his rescue.
“I know Mr. Gunseyt,” he said.
“Are you personally acquainted with him?”
“Yes and no. He thinks he knows me, but I know him a lot better.”