“Jim Beckwith,” answered Walter.
“Jim Beckwith!”
The man in the white hat stared at Walter with an air of startled perplexity that almost made our hero laugh.
“Yes, that's what he said his name was, or rather somebody told me it was his name.”
“Jim Beckwith bought that watch of you!” repeated the stranger slowly.
“Yes; do you know him?”
“I have heard of him,” said the other.
“Oh, I nearly forgot to say that he claimed the watch as his—said you had stolen it from him.”
“Jim Beckwith said that?”
“Yes.”