AN UNSATISFACTORY INTERVIEW Before I was up the next morning I was informed that Fritz was waiting outside the door of my room.

I had him shown in, and he stood respectfully by my bedside.
"Sir," he said, "I have once more discovered Mr.Delora." "Fritz," I answered, "you are a genius! Tell me where he is ?" "He is at a small private hotel in Bloomsbury," Fritz declared.

"It is really a boarding-house, frequented by Australians and Colonials.

The number is 17, and the street is Montague Street." I sat up in bed.
"This is very interesting," I said.
Fritz coughed.
"I trusted that you would find it so, sir," he admitted.
I thought for several moments.

Then I sprang out of bed.
"Fritz," I said, "our engagement comes to an end this morning.