They had reached the courtyard of the hotel now, and the reporter began to express his gratitude.
"My first drink on English soil," Mr.Coulson said, as he handed his suitcase to the hall-porter, "is always--" "It's on me," the young man declared quickly.

"I owe you a good deal more than drinks, Mr.Coulson." "Well, come along, anyway," the latter remarked.

"I guess my room is all right, porter ?"--turning to the man who stood by his side, bag in hand.
"I am Mr.James B.Coulson of New York, and I wrote on ahead.

I'll come round to the office and register presently." They made their way to the American bar.

The newspaper man and his new friend drank together and, skillfully prompted by the former, the conversation drifted back to the subject of Hamilton Fynes.