"Well, sir," he said, "and what can I do for you?"
Mr. Bascombe, feeling that it would be tempting Providence, made no attempt to rise. He just sat still and smiled.
"You don't know me?" he observed affably.
"I am afraid not," said the Governor.
"Ah," replied Mr. Bascombe with a chuckle, "that's the disguise, sir!"
Lifting up his hand he removed the wig.
The Governor stared at him for a moment in amazement.
"Good heavens!" he cried, "it's Bascombe!"
The convict bowed.
"You'll excuse my not getting up, sir. No intention of being disrespectful—been lunching at the Moorlands Hotel."