"Well, you may bring him up," said Mr.Kenyon, folding up his papers with an air of resignation.
He looked up impatiently as the visitor entered, and straightway a look of dismay overspread his countenance.
The visitor was a dark-complexioned man of about forty-five, with bushy black whiskers.
"Dr. Fox!" ejaculated Mr. Kenyon mechanically.
The visitor chuckled.
"So you know me, Mr.——ahem! Mr. Kenyon. I feared under the circumstances you might have forgotten me."
"How came you here?" demanded Kenyon abruptly.
"A little matter of business brought me to New York, and a matter of curiosity brought me to this place."
"How did you trace me to—to Brentville?" asked Mr. Kenyon, with evident uneasiness.
"I suppose that means you didn't wish to be traced, eh?"