'Then you are sailing near the wind?'

'Really I don't think so: not really what you call near.'

'I am sorry for that unlucky Mrs. Gisborne,' said Merton, musingly. 'And
with two such tempers as the cook's and Mr. Fulton's the match could not
be a happy one. Well, Logan, I suppose you won't tell me what your game
is?'

'Better not, I think, but, I assure you, honour is safe. I am certain
that nobody can say anything. I rather expect to earn public gratitude,
on the whole. _You_ can't appear in any way, nor the rest of us. By-the-
bye do you remember the address of the parson whose dog was hurt?'

'I think I kept a cutting of the police case; it was amusing,' said
Merton, looking through a kind of album, and finding presently the record
of the incident.

'It may come in handy, or it may not,' said Logan. He then went off, and
had Merton followed him he might not have been reassured. For Logan
first walked to a chemist's shop, where he purchased a quantity of a
certain drug. Next he went to the fencing rooms which he frequented,
took his fencing mask and glove, borrowed a fencing glove from a left-
handed swordsman whom he knew, and drove to his rooms with this odd
assortment of articles. Having deposited them, he paid a call at the
dwelling of a fair member of the Disentanglers, Miss Frere, the lady
instructress in the culinary art, at the City and Suburban College of
Cookery, whereof, as we have heard, Mr. Fulton, the eminent drysalter,
was a patron and visitor. Logan unfolded the case and his plan of
campaign to Miss Frere, who listened with intelligent sympathy.

'Do you know the man by sight?' he asked.

'Oh yes, and he knows me perfectly well. Last year he distributed the
prizes at the City and Suburban School of Cookery, and paid me the most
extraordinary compliments.'

'Well deserved, I am confident,' said Logan; 'and now you are sure that
you know exactly what you have to do, as I have explained?'

'Yes, I am to be walking through Albany Grove at a quarter to four on
Friday.'

'Be punctual.'

'You may rely on me,' said Miss Frere.

Logan next day went to Trevor's rooms in the Albany; he was the
capitalist who had insisted on helping to finance the Disentanglers. To
Trevor he explained the situation, unfolded his plan, and asked leave to
borrow his private hansom.

'Delighted,' said Trevor. 'I'll put on an old suit of tweeds, and a
seedy bowler, and drive you myself. It will be fun.