“Valley⁠ ⁠… is my name.⁠ ⁠… You’ve got it quite right. T. E. Valley.⁠ ⁠… I⁠ ⁠… drink more than’s good for me.⁠ ⁠… I’m a little drunk tonight⁠ ⁠… but you’ll excuse me. In the dark it isn’t noticeable. But you’re quite right. T. E. Valley is quite right. I was in the Eleven at Ramsgard.⁠ ⁠… I play still.⁠ ⁠… I play with the boys.⁠ ⁠…”

Once more there was no sound but that of the two men’s feet in the road and the thud⁠—thud⁠—thud of Wolf’s stick.

Then the voice recommenced. “The poor people here are very kind to me⁠ ⁠… very kind to T. E. Valley. But for the rest⁠ ⁠…”

He again stopped dead-still in the road and Wolf stopped with him.