"NO!" roared Mr. Cooper.
"Very well, I must try something else, then," said Mr. Simpson, philosophically. "Carry your mind back ten years, Bob Cooper—"
"Look here!" said Mr. Cooper, turning round with a ghastly smile. "We'd better get off home, Mary. I don't like interfering in other people's concerns. Never did."
"You stay where you are," said his wife.
"Ten years," repeated the voice behind the door. "There was a new barmaid at the Crown, and one night you——"
"If I listen to any more of this nonsense I shall burst," remarked Mr. Cooper, plaintively.
"Go on," prompted Mrs. Cooper, grimly. "One night——"
"Never mind," said Mr. Simpson. "It doesn't matter. But does he identify me? Because if not I've got a lot more things I can try."
The harassed Mr. Cooper looked around appealingly.
"How do you expect me to recognize you—" he began, and stopped suddenly.