b, sir--must 'ave been soon after 'e
left the club."

"Very soon, I should say. But the other?"

"I saw the other gentleman this morning, sir."

"Where?"

"Mr. Travers from the police, sir, 'e called to see me at the club,
and 'e took me in a taxicab to Grosvenor Square, and told the shoffer,
sir, to pull up by the curb on the garden side. Then 'e told me to
watch a partik'lar 'ouse opposite and see 'oo was goin' in or out. I
didn't 'arf like it, sir, because I'm not supposed to absent myself
for very long of a morning, though the committee ain't very
partik'lar. But Mr. Travers 'e was of the police, sir, so I thought it
was right to do as 'e told me."

"Quite right. And what did you see?"

"Nothing much for close on an hour, sir; a carriage drew up to the
door of the 'ouse and an elderly gentleman got out. Mr. Travers told
me that it was the doctor. 'E rang the bell and went into the 'ouse.
Then after a bit 'oo did I see walking down the street and straight up
to the front door of the partik'lar 'ouse, I'd been told to look at,
but Mr. de Mountford's visitor of last night."

"You recognized him?"

"Couldn't mistake 'im, sir."

"Did you call Mr. Travers's attention to him?"

"Yes, sir. I told 'im that was the gentleman 'oo'd 'ad an awful
quarrel with Mr. Philip de Mountford at the club last night."

"That's all, Power. I won't trouble you further now."

"No trouble, sir."

"Your position at the club is a permanent one?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are always to be found there?"

"Always, sir, whenever you want me."

"Well, send a line to the chief superintendent at Scotland Yard in
case your plans get suddenly modified and you are no longer to be
found at the club."

"Not likely, sir. Thank you, sir. Good morning."

"Good morning."

Sir Thomas touched the electric button in the wall behind him, and a
man in a dark blue uniform appeared. Frederick Power was dismissed. He
saluted both gentlemen and turning on his heel in proper military
fashion, he marched out of the room, obviously delighted with his own
importance and with the adventure which varied so pleasantly the
monotonous evenness of his existence.

CHAPTER XXI

HAVE ANOTHER CIGAR

"Well, William, what do you think of it all?"

The two men had sat in silence for quite a considerable time after
Frederick Power had marched out of the room. Colonel Harris buried in
thought was in no hurry to talk things over. Sir Thomas Ryder--a very