CHAPTER I.CALDERWELL DOES SOME TALKING.
Calderwell had met Mr.M.J.Arkwright in London through a common friend; since then they had tramped half over Europe together in a comradeship that was as delightful as it was unusual.

As Calderwell put it in a letter to his sister, Belle: "We smoke the same cigar and drink the same tea (he's just as much of an old woman on that subject as I am!), and we agree beautifully on all necessary points of living, from tipping to late sleeping in the morning; while as for politics and religion--we disagree in those just enough to lend spice to an otherwise tame existence." Farther along in this same letter Calderwell touched upon his new friend again.
"I admit, however, I would like to know his name.

To find out what that mysterious 'M.

J.' stands for has got to be pretty nearly an obsession with me.

I am about ready to pick his pocket or rifle his trunk in search of some lurking 'Martin' or 'John' that will set me at peace.