Mr.
Coulson waited for some little time, still sitting on his trunk and clasping his hairbrushes.

Then he moved over to the table on which stood the telephone instrument and asked for a number.

The reply came in a minute or two in the form of a question.
"It's Mr.James B.Coulson from New York, landed this afternoon from the Lusitania," Mr.Coulson said.

"I am at the Savoy Hotel, speaking from my room--number 443." There was a brief silence--then a reply.
"You had better be in the bar smoking-room at seven o'clock.

If nothing happens, don't leave the hotel this evening." Mr.Coulson replaced the receiver and rang off.