"You're a cool hand!" he cried.
But Madge caught him by the arm.
"Don't!" she said. "This is the man who stared through the window."
Jack turned to her, bewildered.
"The man who stared through the window? What on earth do you mean?"
"Don't!" she repeated. "I think that Mr. Graham knows this man."
The man himself endorsed her supposition.
"Yes, I'm rather inclined to think that Mr. Graham does."
His voice was not a disagreeable one; not at all the sort of voice which one would have expected from a person of his appearance. He spoke, too, like an educated man, with, however, a strenuous something in his tone which suggested, in some occult fashion, the bitterness of a wild despair.
Seeing that he remained unanswered, he spoke again.