"Tall, dark rogue, is he, with the airs of a grandee, drooping tip to his nose, wears black, and talks about St. Louis?"
"That's the man! Do you know him, Jeremy?"
Winter looked thoughtful.
"I've met him in London."
"Where?"
"At my school. He came in to fence; Jack Sidebotham brought him. He was all over my best men."
They paused, and looked each other in the eyes.
"Jasper, the fellow is one of the best swordsmen in the country. I had a turn with him."
He smiled a grim little smile.
"Vanity, that's his weak point, too much flourish. I had him pinked, but—"