"
The Interpreter, regarding the man inquiringly, almost as if he were
seeking in the personality of his visitor the reason for Billy's
startling conduct, replied, simply, "He would have killed you."
With a shrug of his thick shoulders, the stranger uninvited came
forward and helped himself to a chair, and, with the air of one
introducing a person of some importance, said, "I am Vodell--Jake
Vodell. You have heard of me, I think, heh?"
"Oh, yes. Indeed, I should say that every one has heard of you, Mr.
Vodell. Your work has given you even more than national prominence, I
believe."
The man was at no pains to conceal his satisfaction. "I am known, yes."
"It is odd," said the Interpreter, "but your face seems familiar to me,
as if I had met you before."
"You have heard me speak somewhere, maybe, heh?"
"No, it cannot be that. You have never been in Millsburgh before, have
you?"
"No."
"It is strange," mused the old basket maker.
"It is the papers," returned Vodell with a shrug. "Many times the
papers have my picture--you must have seen."
"Of course, that is it," exclaimed the Interpreter. "I remember now,
distinctly. It was in connection with that terrible bomb outrage in--"
"Sir!" interrupted the other indignantly.
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