o men should catch sight
of each other in a Manchester hotel, and, later on, meet in a street
in London--eh?"

"I regard the coincidence as a strange one, monsieur," I replied
stiffly, "if it is really an actual coincidence."

For aught I knew, the fellow might be a friend of Pennington, or an
accomplice of those rascally assassins. Had I not been warned by
Shuttleworth, and also by Sylvia herself, of another secret attempt
upon my life?

I was wary now, and full of suspicion.

Instinctively I did not like this mysterious foreigner. The way in
which he had first caught sight of my face as I descended the steps of
White's, and how he had glided after me down St. James's Street, was
not calculated to inspire confidence.

He asked permission to walk at my side along the Mall, which I rather
reluctantly granted. It seemed that, now I had addressed him, I could
not shake him off. Without doubt his intention was to watch, and see
where I lived. Therefore, instead of going in the direction of
Buckingham Palace, I turned back eastward towards the steps at the
foot of the Duke of York's Column.

As we strolled in the darkness along the front of Carlton House
Terrace he chatted affably with me, then said suddenly--

"Do you know, Monsieur Biddulph, we met once before--in rather strange
circumstances. You did not, however, see me. It was in Paris, some
little time ago. You were staying at the Grand Hotel, and became
acquainted with a certain American named Harriman."

"Harriman!" I echoed, with a start, for that man's name brought back
to me an episode I would fain forget. The fact is, I had trusted him,
and I had believed him to be an honest man engaged in big financial
transactions, until I discovered the truth. My friendship with him
cost me nearly one thousand eight hundred pounds.

"Harriman was very smart, was he not?" laughed my friend, with a touch
of sarcasm.

Could it be, I wondered, that this Frenchman was a friend of the
shrewd and unscrupulous New Yorker?

"Yes," I replied rather faintly.

"Sharp--until found out," went on the stranger, speaking in French.
"His real name is Bell, and he----"

"Yes, I know; he was arrested for fraud in my presence as he came down
the staircase in the hotel," I interrupted.

"He was arrested upon a much more serious charge," exclaimed the
stranger. "He was certainly wanted in Berlin and Hanover for frauds in
connection with an invention, but the most serious charge ag