"He must have gone on to Waterloo, crossed to Cannon Street, then on to London Bridge.

The cunning scoundrel! He must have made up his mind that the biggest bluff he could play upon me was to tell the truth, and by Jove! he was not very far wrong.

However, those laugh best who laugh last, and though he has had a very fair innings so far, we will see whether he can beat me in the end.

I'll get back to Town now, run down to Bishopstowe to-morrow morning to report progress, and then be off to Paris after him on Monday." At 8.45 that night I reached London.

At the same moment Mr.Gideon Hayle was sitting down to a charming little dinner at the Cafe des Princes, and was smiling to himself as he thought of the success that had attended the trick he had played upon me..