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"At the same time, I don't notice that he has much to say to certain other people to the Commissioner, for instance, or to Mr. Muhlen." "Muhlen? He is quite right to leave Muhlen alone. Quite right. It proves his intuition. I have learnt all about that man. A beastly character. He has a bad record. Lives on blackmail and women. His real name is Retlow." And Mr.
He called to mind what he had heard from Keith in the boat. He was quite prepared to believe that this man lived on blackmail and women; that was precisely what he looked like. A villainous personality, masquerading under an assumed name. The sight of the fellow annoyed him. What business had he to transact up there? Retlow! Once more he began to puzzle where he had heard that name.
Keith lit a cigar, as though to dismiss the subject. "Retlow, you say? That's queer." The name sounded familiar to the bishop. Where had he heard it before? He racked his memory. Where could it have been? Retlow. . . . It was not a common name. Long ago, obviously. Where? In African days, or earlier? Ah! Many is the poor Christian I have pick up there. He throw down hisself. Him dead.
The subject, however, was too valuable to be allowed to drop altogether, and Luke Marner brought it into prominence again by remarking: "They tell oi as how Nance has asked Bet Collins to watch by the rood soide to catch doctor as he droives whoam. He went out this arternoon to Retlow." "Oi doubt he woant do she much good; it be food, and not doctor's stuff as the child needs," another remarked.
The wildest follies might be committed at the bidding of this unseen Presence. He tried to recollect what Keith had told him concerning Muhlen, that corrupt personality. Retlow . . . where had he heard that name before? In vain he flogged his memory.
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