“I am not the man.”
“I really beg your pardon. Perhaps, however, you will oblige me with a light all the same.”
“I will. What is your name?”
“Samuel Standish.”
“Humph! I suppose you are not a member of Congress?”
“No, indeed!” laughed Standish. “I wish I were.”
“Perhaps I could give a good guess as to who and what you are.”
Standish looked curious.
“Suppose you do!” he said.