'No; on the contrary, a quite healthy feeling, and I respect you for it,' said O'Hara.
'Well, I have told you my history.'
'Without telling me your name.'
'You knew that already. I dropped it the other night casually in the heat of conversation.'
'And, pray, how did you discover mine?'
'Nothing simpler in the world. You remember the famous old coat of yours that the dog carried from the Morgue. Your last card fell out of it.'
'How did you know it was my card?'
'It was wrapped in tissue-paper. Men are not in the habit of keeping their neighbours' cards with so much care.'
O'Hara gave a long low whistle.
'And now that I have told you so much about myself, will you answer me a question about yourself?' resumed O'Hoolohan.