"You see, there's a sort of feeling abroad that these two things are connected.
I am not working on behalf of the police.

I am not working on behalf of any one who desires the least publicity.

But I am working for some one who wants to know and is prepared to pay." "That's a very interesting job you're on, and no mistake," Mr.Coulson declared.

"I wonder you waste time coming over here on the spree when you've got a piece of business like that to look after." "I came over here," Mr.Gaynsforth replied, "entirely on the matter I have mentioned to you." "What, over here to Paris ?" Mr.Coulson exclaimed.
"Not only to Paris," the other replied dryly, "but to discover one Mr.
James B.Coulson, whose health I now have the pleasure of drinking." Mr.Coulson drained the glass which the waiter had just filled.
"Well, this licks me!" he exclaimed.

"How any one in their senses could believe that there was any connection between me and Hamilton Fynes or that other young swell, I can't imagine." "You knew Hamilton Fynes," Mr.Gaynsforth remarked.