in a tone of relief. "I have seen you both before, you know, and you have seen me too—though I don't suppose you recognize me," he added, with: a sickly smile.
"Frank Belfield?" asked Thorndyke, smiling also.
Our visitor's jaw fell and he gazed at my colleague in sudden dismay.
"And I may remark," pursued Thorndyke, "that for a man in your perilous position, you are running most unnecessary risks. That wig, that false beard and those spectacles—through which you obviously cannot see—are enough to bring the entire police force at your heels. It is not wise for a man who is wanted by the police to make up as though he had just escaped from a comic opera."
Mr. Belfield seated himself with a groan, and, taking off his spectacles, stared stupidly from one of us to the other.
"And now tell us about your little affair," said Thorndyke. "You say that you are innocent?"
"I swear it, doctor," replied Belfield; adding, with great earnestness, "And you may take it from me, sir, that if I was not, I shouldn't be here. It was you that convicted me last time, when I thought myself quite safe, so I know your ways too well to try to gammon you."
