You understand?
We shall meet later at the club, I hope.

Until then, _au revoir!_" Norgate hailed a taxi outside and was driven at once to the nearest telephone call office.

There, after some search in the directory, he rang up a number and enquired for Captain Baring.

There was a delay of about five minutes.

Then Baring spoke from the other end of the telephone.
"Who is it wants me ?" he enquired, rather impatiently.
"Are you Baring ?" Norgate asked, deepening his voice a little.
"Yes! Who are you ?" "I am a friend," Norgate answered slowly.
"What the devil do you mean by 'a friend' ?" was the irritated reply.