I know you don't want to see me to talk about the weather, and I know something's up, or Leveson wouldn't have written to me, and you wouldn't be back from Berlin.

Let's have the whole story with the soup and fish, and we'll try and hit upon a way to put things right before we reach the liqueurs." "I've lots to say to you," Norgate admitted simply.

"I'll begin with the personal side of it.

Here's just a brief narration of exactly what happened to me in the most fashionable restaurant of Berlin last Thursday night." Norgate told his story.

His friend listened with the absorbed attention of a man who possesses complete powers of concentration.
"Rotten business," he remarked, when it was finished.