The servant appeared at the door.
“Please, sir, there’s a poor man wants to see you, Mr. Simpson.”
“A poor man! Who is he?”
“Never saw him before, sir. He looks like a tramp.”
“I don’t care to see him.”
“He told me to say that he used to know you in California.”
John Simpson started uneasily.
“Bring him in,” he said.
Directly afterward Darius Darke entered the room and coolly seated himself in an arm-chair.