Haredale could not speak; but he took the outstretched hand of the most surprising bandit the world ever has known, and wrung it hard.
CHAPTER XXII
THE TURKISH YATAGHAN
It was about a fortnight later that a City medical man, Dr. Simons, in the dusk of a spring evening, might have been seen pressing his way through the crowd of excited people who thronged the hall of Moorgate Place, Moorgate Street.
Addressing himself to a portly, florid gentleman who exhibited signs of having suffered a recent nervous shock, he said crisply.
"My name, sir, is Simons. You 'phoned me?"
The florid gentleman, mopping his forehead with a Cambridge-blue silk handkerchief, replied rather pompously, if thickly:
"I'm Julius Rohscheimer. You'll have heard of me."
Everyone had heard of that financial magnate, and Dr. Simons bowed slightly.