“I do not wish the police to concern themselves in the matter. I beg you, Mr.
Beckwith, if you are a gentleman, as I see you are—”
I cut him short having had more than enough of the man.
“That will do, Mr. Rothenstein; you have said all that before, or something like it. Allow me to open the door.”
He placed himself in front of it so that I could not reach the handle.
“Before you do that allow me to say to you one word—one only.”
“Very well—one only. It ought not to take you long to do that.”
“No, it will not take me long, but I advise you to pay particular attention. When I see a man I understand him better than you suppose it is my business to understand. I do not pretend to understand you—what is in your mind and your heart, and so on—but I have a feeling that about my ponyskin c
