"I have company to supper." "Who, then ?" asked Mocket.

"Adam Gaudylock?
He's in town." Rand laughed.

"Who, then ?' Tom, Tom, you've the manners of the West Indian skippers you consort with! No, it's not Adam Gaudylock.

It is--" He hesitated, then took up a pen and wrote two words.

"That's his name--but you are to keep it dark." Mocket's tilted chair came noisily to the floor.