In the matter of my breakfasts in Paris, I am essentially English.

I must begin the day with a good meal, or I am fit for nothing.

On this particular occasion I sat down on the best of terms with myself and the world in general.

I made an excellent meal, did the best I could with the morning paper, for my French is certainly not above reproach, and then wondered when I should set out to interview the man whose flight from England had proved the reason of my visiting Paris.

Then the door opened and the _concierge_ entered with the words, "A gentleman to see Monsieur!" Next moment to my overwhelming surprise no less a person than Gideon Hayle entered the room..