Chapter 12

“What the devil are you doing here?” asked Anthony. “And who let you come up?” “I pass where I please,” said the stranger. His voice was guttural and foreign, though his English was idiomatic enough. “Another Dago,” thought Anthony. “Well, get out, do you hear?” he went on aloud. The man’s eyes were fixed on the packet of letters which Anthony had caught up. “I will get out when you have given me what I have come for.” “And what’s that, may I ask?” The man took a step nearer. “The Memoirs of Count Stylptitch,” he h…