I may add that although I was careful to keep up the fiction of not understanding German, and although I informed Herr Selingman that I had seen the paper in question blow out of the window, he nevertheless gave me that night a drugged whisky and soda, and during the time I slept he must have been through every one of my possessions.

I found my few letters and papers turned upside down, and even my pockets had been ransacked." "Where was the paper, then ?" Mr.Hebblethwaite enquired.
"In an inner pocket of my pyjamas," Norgate explained.

"I had them made with a sort of belt inside, at the time I was a king's messenger." Mr.Hebblethwaite played with his tie for a moment and drank a little more champagne.
"Could I have a look at the list ?" he asked, as though with a sudden inspiration.
Norgate passed it across the table to him.

Mr.Hebblethwaite adjusted his pince-nez, gave a little start as he read the first name, leaned back in his chair as he came to another, stared at Norgate about half-way down the list, as though to make sure that he was in earnest, and finally finished it in silence.

He folded it up and handed it back.
"Well, well!" he exclaimed, a little pointlessly.