"Used to drive for an old gent who lived in Porchester Terrace." "Oh!" replied Appleyard.

"Then I daresay you know the Pompadour Private Hotel ?" "As well as I know my own fingers," responded Gaffney.

"Driven to and from it many a hundred times." "Just the man I want, then," continued Appleyard.

"Now, to-morrow morning, get your cab early--put your friend in it--dressed up, of course--and at half-past nine to the very minute drive slowly past the front door of the Pompadour.

You'll see a private motor-brougham there--dark green--you'll also see a hunchbacked gentleman enter it--you can't mistake him.