CHAPTER V.
Mr.Van Torp arrived in London alone, with one small valise, for he had sent his man with his luggage to the place in Derbyshire.

At Euston a porter got him a hansom, and he bargained with the cabman to take him and his valise to the Temple for eighteenpence, a sum which, he explained, allowed sixpence for the valise, as the distance could not by any means be made out to be more than two miles.
Such close economy was to be expected from a millionaire, travelling incognito; what was more surprising was that, when the cab stopped before a door in Hare Court and Mr.Van Torp received his valise from the roof of the vehicle, he gave the man half-a-crown, and said it was 'all right.' 'Now, my man,' he observed, 'you've not only got an extra shilling, to which you had no claim whatever, but you've had the pleasure of a surprise which you could not have bought for that money.' The cabman grinned as he touched his hat and drove away, and Mr.Van Torp took his valise in one hand and his umbrella in the other and went up the dark stairs.

He went up four flights without stopping to take breath, and without so much as glancing at any of the names painted in white letters on the small black boards beside the doors on the right and left of each landing.
The fourth floor was the last, and though the name on the left had evidently been there a number of years, for the white lettering was of the tint of a yellow fog, it was still quite clear and legible.
MR.I.

BAMBERGER.
That was the name, but the millionaire did not look at it any more than he had looked at the others lower down.

He knew them all by heart.