“What was his name?” asked Gibbon, with languid curiosity.
“Phil Stark, he calls himself.”
A strange change came over the face of the bookkeeper. There was a frightened look in his eyes, and his color faded.
“Phil Stark!” he repeated, in a startled tone.
“Yes, sir.”
“What brings him here?” Gibbon asked himself nervously, but no words passed his lips.
“Do you know the name?” asked Leonard, wonderingly.
“I—have heard it before, but—no, I don’t think it is the same man.”