The new visitor found Larcher waiting in expectation of being either bored or startled, as a man usually is by callers who come anonymously. But when a tall, somewhat bent, white-bearded old man with baggy black clothes appeared in the doorway, Larcher jumped up smiling.
"Why, Mr. Bud! This _is_ a pleasant surprise!"
Mr. Bud, from a somewhat timid and embarrassed state, was warmed into heartiness by Larcher's welcome, and easily induced to doff his overcoat and be comfortable before the fire. "I thought, as you'd gev me your address, you wouldn't object--" Mr. Bud began with a beaming countenance; but suddenly stopped short and looked thoughtful. "Say--I met a young man down-stairs, goin' out."
"Mr. Turl probably. He just left me. A neat-looking, smooth-faced young man, smartly dressed."
"Never heard the name. But I've seen that young fellow somewhere. It's funny: as I looked round at 'im just now, it seemed to me all at wunst as if I'd met that same young man in that same place a long time ago. But I've never been in this house before, so it couldn't 'a' been in that same place."
"We often have that feeling--of precisely the same thing having happened a long time ago. Dickens mentions it in 'David Copperfield.' There's a scientific theory--"
"Yes, I know, but this wasn't exactly that. It was, an' it wasn't. I'm dead sure I did reely meet that chap in some such place. An' a funny thing is, somehow or other you was concerned in the other meeting like you are in this."
"Well, that's interesting," said Larcher, recalling how Turl had once seemed to be haunting his footsteps.
"I've got it!" cried Mr. Bud, triumphantly. "D'yuh mind that night you came and told me about Davenport's disappearance?--and we went up an' searched my room fur a trace?"
"And found the note-book cover that showed he had been there? Yes."
"Well, you remember, as we went into the hallway we met a man comin' out, an' I turned round an' looked at 'im? That was the man I met just now down-stairs."
"Sure's I'm settin' here. I see his face that first time by the light o' the street-lamp, an' just now by the gaslight in the hall. An' both times him and me turned round to look at each other. I noticed then what a good-humored face he had, an' how he walked with his shoulders back. Oh, that's the same man all right enough. What yuh say his name was?"