"And I have much to speak to you about," I said, still confused as to the issues of our interview, but dimly feeling that he was in some way responsible for Ruth's death.
"I am ignorant as to what it can be," he said, looking at me curiously, "for certainly I do not remember ever seeing you before."
"You do not remember," I said, "but you have nevertheless seen me."
"Yes?" he said, still questioningly.
"Yes!" I replied. "I am at present travelling like that ancient god of night whom men call Nemesis. I was for years lost to the earth, now I am come back, if not to restore the righteous to their true position, at any rate to punish betrayers and oppressors, and you are both a betrayer and an oppressor."
"Do you know to whom you are speaking?"
"Yes."
"Then I will call a servant and see that you are shown off the premises."
"No, you will not."
He looked at me strangely. "A friend of the Trewinions," he murmured, "surely he must be mad."