? ? ? ? " 'What is his name?' asked my host.
? ? ? ? " 'He would not give any.'
? ? ? ? " 'What does he want, then?'
? ? ? ? " 'He says that you know him, and that he only wants a moment's conversation.'
? ? ? ? " 'Show him round here.' An instant afterwards there appeared a little wizened fellow with a cringing manner and a shambling style of walking. He wore an open jacket, with a splotch of tar on the sleeve, a red-and-black check shirt, dungaree trousers, and heavy boots badly worn. His face was thin and brown and crafty, with a perpetual smile upon it, which showed an irregular line of yellow teeth, and his crinkled hands were half closed in a way that is distinctive of sailors. As he came slouching across the lawn I heard Mr. Trevor make a sort of hiccoughing noise in his throat, and, jumping out of his chair, he ran into the house. He was back in a moment, and I smelt a strong reek of brandy as he passed me.
? ? ? ? " 'Well, my man,' said he. 'What can I do for you?'
? ? ? ? "The sailor stood looking at him with puckered eyes, and with the same loose-lipped smile upon his face.
? ? ? ? " 'You don't know me?' he asked.
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