'And you are not Montagu Babbacombe?'
This was Reggie to me.
'You ask me that, knowing that Babbacombe was the name of the wretch who was his accomplice in the fraud of which you have just now heard--is that so?'
'It's a question of resemblance.'
'Are you asking me if I'm the wretch in question? Answer!'
'When you put it that way it seems impossible; I recognise that. But if you had seen his photograph----'
'Reggie, stop. I'll speak to you when we're alone. I have not your capacity for forgetting that we are brothers.' I turned to Fitz. 'The other day, sir, I presented you with the key of the street. Why are you here again?'
Reggie answered.
'He came with me.'
'Allow the man to speak for himself. Why are you here?'