"Why, man, you look as if I were a ghost. No such thing. I'm alive and well, and delighted to see you again," he added, significantly. "By Jove, I've had hard work finding you, but here I am, you see."
"How—did—you—find—me?" asked Craven, huskily.
"How did I find you? Well, I got upon your tracks in New York. Never mind how, as long as I have found you. Well, have you no welcome for me?"
"What do you want of me?" asked Mr. Craven, sullenly.
"What do I want of you?" echoed the other, with a laugh. "Why, considering the relationship between us—"
Mr. Craven's pallor increased, and he shifted his position uneasily.
"Considering the relationship between us, it is only natural that I should want to see you."
He paused, but Mr. Craven did not offer any reply.
"By the way, your wife is very uneasy at your long absence," continued the newcomer, fixing his eyes steadily upon the shrinking Craven.