I wish you good-day, sir.

I have had a most interesting conversation with your chief, a conversation which will dwell for a long time in my memory." The secretary bowed and Mr.Sidney walked slowly to the corner of the Square.

Arrived there, he hailed a passing taxicab which drew up at once by the side of the kerb.

In stepping in, he brushed the shoulder of a man who had paused to light a cigarette.

He lingered for a moment to apologise.
"I beg your pardon," he commenced-- For a single moment his self-possession seemed to desert him.