"What do you mean?"
"It so 'appens," said Mr. Flannery, with quiet satisfaction, removing one hand from the window bars in order to fondle his moustache, "that I've seen Mr. Carmody's nephew. Tallish, thinnish, pleasant-faced young fellow. He was over here to visit Mr. Carmody during the latter's temp'ry residence. I had him pointed out to me."
Painful though the process was, John felt compelled to grit his teeth.
"That was Mr. Carmody's other nephew."
"Other nephew, eh?"
"My cousin."
"Your cousin, eh?"
"His name's Hugo."
"Hugo, eh?"
"Good God!" cried John. "Are you a parrot?"