"Well," he said, "of all fools, commend me! How do you feel, Yeasky, with your beard off and wig on; your German dialect and your painted scar?"
The man looked at Armitage with face utterly expressionless.
"You are mistaken," he said.
"Am I?" sneered Jack. "I have been mistaken so far as you are concerned several times in the past." He laughed grimly. "But not this time, old boy. Come, pass out that control."
"I have n't it."
"You lie. Take off your coat."
Yeasky deliberately divested himself of his coat and threw it at Jack's feet. Then he slapped all his pockets.
"You see," he said, "I have not got it."
"Who has?"
"Koltsoff, I suppose. He did not speak of it to me."