then he said a name, and I didn't right catch it, but it sounded like
Danesworth, or Painesworth, or something of that sort--one of them
there, or very like 'em, at any rate. And then he rushed up to this
here gentleman, and laid his hand on his arm--sudden-like."

"And--the gentleman?" asked Spargo, quietly.

"Well, he seemed taken aback, sir. He jumped. Then he stared at the
man. Then they shook hands. And then, after they'd spoken a few words
together-like, they walked off, talking. And, of course, I never saw no
more of 'em. But when I saw your paper this morning, sir, and that
picture in it, I said to myself 'That's the man I sat next to in that
there hall at the House of Commons!' Oh, there's no doubt of it, sir!"

"And supposing you saw a photograph of the tall gentleman with the grey
beard?" suggested Spargo. "Could you recognize him from that?"

"Make no doubt of it, sir," answered Mr. Webster. "I observed him
particular."

Spargo rose, and going over to a cabinet, took from it a thick volume,
the leaves of which he turned over for several minutes.

"Come here, if you please, Mr. Webster," he said.

The farmer went across the room.

"There is a full set of photographs of members of the present House of
Commons here," said Spargo. "Now, pick out the one you saw. Take your
time--and be sure."