eless speculation, after all. He rang the bell and
glanced through the cards which the waiter brought him.

"I have nothing of importance to say to any reporters," he declared,
"but I will see them all for two minutes. You can show them up in the
order in which they came."

The waiter withdrew and Maraton was left for a few moments alone. Then
the door was opened and closed again by the waiter, who made no
announcement. A man came forward--a small man, very neatly dressed,
with gold spectacles and a little black beard. Maraton welcomed him and
pointed to a chair.

"I have nothing whatever to say to the newspapers," he explained, "until
after I have addressed my first few meetings. You probably will have
nothing to ask me then. All the same, I am very pleased to see you, and
since you have been waiting, I thought I had better have you come up, if
it were only for a moment. No one who has a great cause at their backs,
you know, can afford to disregard the Press."

The man laid his hat upon the table. Maraton, glancing across the room
at him, was instantly conscious that this newcomer was no ordinary
person. He had a strong, intellectual forehead, a well-shaped mouth.
His voice, when he spoke, was pleasant, although his accent was
peculiar--almost foreign.

"Mr. Maraton," his visitor began, "I thank you very much for your
courtesy, but I have nothing to do with the Press. My name is Beldeman.
I have come to Manchester especially to see you."

Maraton nodded.

"We are strangers, I believe?" he asked.

"Strangers personally. No thinking man to-day is a stranger to Mr.
Maraton in any other way."

"You are very kind," Maraton replied. "What can I do for you?"

Beldeman glanced towards the door so as to be sure that it was closed.

"Mr. Maraton," he enquired, "are you a bad-tempered man?"

"At times," Maraton admitted.

"I regret to see," his visitor proceeded, "that you are a man of
superior physique to mine. I am here to make you an offer which you may
consider an insult. If you are a narrow, ordinary Englishman,
obstinate, with cast-iron principles and the usual prejudices, you will
probably try to throw me down-stairs. It is part of my living to run
the risk of being thrown down-stairs."

"I will do my best," Maraton promised him, "to restrain myself. You
have at least succeeded in exciting my curiosity."

"I am, to look at," Mr. Beldeman continued, "an unimportant person. As
a matter of fact, I represent