"I am dining at eight o'clock." "Stay but for one moment," Selingman begged.

"We will all take a little mixed vermouth together.

I shall tell the excellent Horton how to prepare it.

Plenty of lemon-peel, and just a dash--but I will not give my secret away." He called the steward and whispered some instructions in his ear.

While they were waiting for the result, a man came in with an evening paper in his hand.