And Allerdyke, with a sly wink at Chettle, greeted him unconcernedly, ushered him into his room and chatted about nothing until the waiter had gone away.

Then he turned on him eagerly.
"What is it ?" he demanded.

"Something, of course! Aught new ?" For answer Chettle thrust his hand inside his overcoat and brought out a small package, wrapped in cartridge paper, and sealed.
He began to break the seals and unwrap the covering.
"Well, it brought me up here--straight," he said.

"I think I shall have to let our people at the yard know everything, Mr.Allerdyke.But I came to you first---I only got to King's Cross half an hour ago, and I drove on to you at once.

Well see what you think before I decide on anything." "What is it!" repeated Allerdyke, gazing with interest at the package.
"You've found something of fresh importance, eh!" Chettle took the lid off a small box and produced Lydenberg's watch and postcard on which the appointment in the High Street had been made.