Hunterleys returned to his room, where Richard was still waiting.
"Say, have you got a valet here with you ?" the young man enquired.
Hunterleys shook his head.
"Never possessed such a luxury in my life," he declared.
"Chap came in here directly you were gone--mumbled something about doing something for you.

I didn't altogether like the look of him, so I sat on the table and watched.

He hung around for a moment, and then, when he saw that I was sticking it out, he went off." "Was he wearing the hotel livery ?" Hunterleys asked quickly.
"Plain black clothes," Richard replied.

"He looked the valet, right enough." Hunterleys rang the bell.

It was answered by a servant in grey livery.
"Are you the valet on this floor ?" Hunterleys enquired.
"Yes, sir!" "There was a man in here just now, said he was my valet or something of the sort, hung around for a minute or two and then went away.