CHAPTER XVII.
Mr.Fentolin, having succeeded in getting rid of his niece and his somewhat embarrassing guest for at least two hours, was seated in his study, planning out a somewhat strenuous morning, when his privacy was invaded by Doctor Sarson.
"Our guest," the latter announced, in his usual cold and measured tones, "has sent me to request that you will favour him with an interview." Mr.Fentolin laid his pen deliberately down.
"So soon," he murmured.

"Very well, Sarson, I am at his service.

Say that I will come at once." Mr.Fentolin lost no time in paying this suggested visit.

Mr.John P.
Dunster, shaved and clothed, was seated in an easy-chair drawn up to the window of his room, smoking what he was forced to confess was a very excellent cigar.

He turned his head as the door opened, and Mr.Fentolin waved his hand pleasantly.
"Really," he declared, "this is most agreeable.