"Your name is of no importance, but you are of the greatest to me. When I tell you my name you will understand why. It is Miguel Guffanta."
"Guffanta!" Smerdon exclaimed, "Guffanta!"
"Yes! the friend of Walter Cundall."
"What do you want with me?" the other asked, but as he asked he knew the answer that would come from the man before him.
"But one thing now, though ten minutes ago I wanted more. I wanted to see, then, if the man whom I sought for in London and at Occleve Chase, whom I have followed from place to place till I have found him here, was the same man I saw stab my friend to death in----"
"You saw it?"
"Yes, I saw it. And you are the man who did it!"
"It is false!"
"It is true! Do you dare to tell me I lie, you, a---- Bah! Why should I cross words with a murderer--a thief!"
"I am no thief!" Smerdon said, his anger rising at this opprobrious term, even as he felt his guilt proclaimed.