"Still--which are the people who came off the _Perisco_ last night ?" The manager summoned a clerk; the clerk indicated a sequence of entries, amongst which Allerdyke at once noticed the name of Dr.Lydenberg.

The rest were, of course, unfamiliar to him.
"There was a lady here last night, who, according to your night-porter, changed her mind about staying, and set off in a motor-car about midnight," observed Allerdyke.

"Which is she, now, in this lot ?" The clerk instantly pointed to an entry, made in a big, dashing, artistic-looking handwriting.
"That," he answered.

"Miss Celia Lennard--Number 265." Two numbers away from James Allerdyke's room--Number 263! The inquirer pricked his ears.
"It was she who went off in the middle of the night," continued the clerk.

"She pestered me with a lot of questions as to how she could get North--to Edinburgh.