"Anything wrong ?" In reply he handed me a letter written on good note-paper, but without an address.

It ran as follows-- "Mr.Gideon Hayle returns thanks for kind inquiries, and begs to inform Mr.Fairfax that he is leaving England to-day for Algiers." "If he thinks he is going to bluff me with that sort of tale, he's very much mistaken," I said.

"I happen to be aware of the fact that he left for Southampton by the nine o'clock train this morning.

If I might hazard a guess as to where he was going, I should say that his destination is the Cape.

But let him go where he will, I'll have him yet.