Yet the telegram made it imperative, for it was from Frank Hutcheson in Leghorn, and read-- _"Made inquiries.

Olinto Santini married your servant Armida at Italian Consulate-General in London about a year ago.

They live 64B, Albany Road, Camberwell: he is employed waiter Ferrari's Restaurant, Westbourne Grove .-- British Consulate, Leghorn"_ The lunch was a merry one, as shooting luncheons usually are, and while we ate the keepers packed our morning bag--a considerable one--into the Perth-cart in waiting.

Then, when we could wander away alone together, I explained to Muriel that the reason of my sudden journey to London was in order to continue my investigations regarding the mysterious affair.
This puzzled her, for I had not, of course, revealed to her that I had identified Olinto.

Yet I managed to make such excuses and promises to return that I think allayed all her suspicions, and that night, after calling upon the detective Mackenzie, I took the sleeping-car express to Euston.
The restaurant which Hutcheson had indicated was, I found, situated about half-way up Westbourne Grove, nearly opposite Whiteley's, a small place where confectionery and sweets were displayed in the window, together with long-necked flasks of Italian chianti, chump-chops, small joints and tomatoes.