“He’s got the same look. I’d remember him if it was a dozen years, but it’s only six months.”
“But you might be mistaken.”
“I’ll show you whether I am. Come along.”
When they entered the vestibule of the hotel Mike paused a moment and, in hearing of the stranger, said:
“Last night, as I was walkin’ along, I seed a man hit wid a rotten egg. He looked mad enough to kill the one that throwed it.”
The stranger wheeled round and regarded Mike intently.
“Boy,” said he, “I think I’ve seen you before.”
“Maybe you have,” answered Mike coolly. “Lots of people has seen me.”
“Did you ever carry a valise for me?”
“Maybe I did. I’ve carried lots of ’em.”