“Who is Potter?”

“You know who Potter is.”

“On the contrary.  My life has never been brightened by so much as a sight of Potter.”

“Is that true?”

“Absolutely.”

“Are you working on your own, then?”

“I am not working at all at present.  There is some talk of my learning to be an Asparagus Adjuster by mail later on.”

“You make me sick,” said Lord Wisbeach.  “Where’s the sense of trying to pull this line of talk.  Why not put your cards on the table?  We’ve both got in here on the same lay, and there’s no use fighting and balling the thing up.”

“Do you wish me to understand,” said Jimmy, “that you are not my old friend, Lord Wisbeach?”

“No.  And you’re not my old friend, Jimmy Crocker.”

“What makes you think that?”

“If you had been, would you have pretended to recognise me upstairs just now?  I tell you, pal, I was all in for a second, till you gave me the high sign.”

Jimmy laughed.

“It would have been awkward for you if I really had been Jimmy Crocker, wouldn’t it?”

“And it would have been awkward for you if I had really been Lord Wisbeach.”

“Who are you, by the way?”

“The boys call me Gentleman Jack.”

“Why?” asked Jimmy, surprised.

Lord Wisbeach ignored the question.

“I’m working with Burke’s lot just now.  Say, let’s be sensible about this.  I’ll be straight with you, straight as a string.”

“Did you say string or spring?”

“And I’ll expect you to be straight with me.”

“Are we to breathe confidences into each other’s ears?”

Lord Wisbeach went to the door again and submitted the passage to a second examination.

“You seem nervous,” said Jimmy.

“I don’t like that butler.  He’s up to something.”

“Do you think he’s one of Potter’s lot?”

“Shouldn’t wonder.  He isn’t on the level, anyway, or why did he pretend to recognise you as Jimmy Crocker?”

“Recognition of me as Jimmy Crocker seems to be the acid test of honesty.”

“He was in a tight place, same as I was,” said Lord Wisbeach.  “He couldn’t know that you weren’t really Jimmy Crocker until you put him wise—­same as you did me—­by pretending to know him.”  He looked at Jimmy with grudging admiration.  “You’d got your nerve with you, pal, coming in here like this.  You were taking big chances.  You couldn’t have known you wouldn’t run up against some one who really knew Jimmy Crocker.  What would you have done if this butler guy had really been on the level?”

“The risks of the profession!”

“When I think of the work I had to put in,” said Lord Wisbeach, “it makes me tired to think of some one else just walking in here as you did.”

“What made you choose Lord Wisbeach as your alias?”