Doctor Slammer's friend proceeded:--'From the inquiries I made at the bar, just now, I was convinced that the owner of the coat in question arrived here, with three gentlemen, yesterday afternoon.

I immediately sent up to the gentleman who was described as appearing the head of the party, and he at once referred me to you.' If the principal tower of Rochester Castle had suddenly walked from its foundation, and stationed itself opposite the coffee-room window, Mr.
Winkle's surprise would have been as nothing compared with the profound astonishment with which he had heard this address.

His first impression was that his coat had been stolen.

'Will you allow me to detain you one moment ?' said he.
'Certainly,' replied the unwelcome visitor.
Mr.Winkle ran hastily upstairs, and with a trembling hand opened the bag.

There was the coat in its usual place, but exhibiting, on a close inspection, evident tokens of having been worn on the preceding night.
'It must be so,' said Mr.Winkle, letting the coat fall from his hands.
'I took too much wine after dinner, and have a very vague recollection of walking about the streets, and smoking a cigar afterwards.