"Will you kindly tell Mr.Gayes, if he calls to see me, that I have been detained in the city, and shall not be back." The man took down the message.

Philip strolled out once more into the streets, wandering aimlessly about for an hour or more.

By this time it was nearly one o'clock, and, selecting a restaurant, he entered and ordered luncheon.

Once more it came over him, as he looked around the place, that he had, after all, only a very imperfect hold upon his own identity.

It seemed impossible that he, Philip Romilly, should be there, ordering precisely what appealed to him most, without thought or care of the cost.