"I told you that, I felt the need of a brandy and soda at Waterloo.

As a matter of fact, I did not leave the Brooklands track until six o'clock, and, as Innesmore Mansions, where I live, lie north, and I was due here at 7:30, I had my man meet me at the station with a suitcase, meaning to change my clothes in the dressing room there, and come straight here.

Guess my astonishment when I found Bates--Bates is the name of my factotum--in the company of two strangers, whom he introduced as representing the Criminal Investigation Department." He paused.

He had brought in his own address skilfully enough, and kept his voice sufficiently under control that no tremor betrayed a knowledge of Forbes's vital interest in any mention of that one block of flats among the multitude.
Now, for the first time, Innesmore Mansions figured as his abode, the correspondence which led to the dinner having centered in his club.

But not a flicker of eyelid nor twitch of mobile lips showed the slightest concern on Forbes's part.