Under "Mr.Richard Storms" he wrote the words, "son of the late Mr.Dudley Storms." The stealthy, whispering individual, who spoke with a hiss and scrutinized Richard as he took his card with a jealous intensity which might have distinguished a hawk in a state of half alarm and whole suspicion, presently returned.

His air was altered to one of confidence.
"You are to come in, please!" he hissed like a respectful snake.
It was two hours later, five o'clock, when Richard emerged from that private room of Mr.Bayard's.

Taking the carriage which had waited, he returned to the station and caught a train for Washington.

A message went to Matzai notifying that Mongol of what changes had been determined on in the destinies of himself and the luggage.
It was the following morning at the hour of eight.

Richard called for Mr.Gwynn.When that severe personage had taken his proper station on the rug, he rolled his piscatorial eye on Richard as though inviting notice.