Themanturnedandfacedhismaster。Hisaspectofdoggedcivilityhadneverbeenmoreapparent。
“Nowlisten，“Mr。Fentolinwenton。“Iwanttoremindyouofcertainthings，Meekins。Weareamongfriendshere-nosecrecy，youunderstand，oranythingofthatsort。Youneednotbeafraid！
Youknowhowyoucametome？YourememberthatlittleaffairofAnnaJayesinHartlepool？“
Thefaceofthemanwasfilledwithterror。Hebegantotremblewherehestood。Mr。Fentolinplayedforamomentwithhiscollar，asthoughhefoundittight。
“Suchachanceitwas，mydearMeekins，“Mr。Fentolincontinuedcheerfully，“whichbroughtmethatlittlescrapofknowledgeconcerningyou。Ithasboughtmethroughalltheseyearsagooddealoffaithfulservice。Iamnotungrateful，believeme。I