The last day out he was fidgeting all the time; kept looking at his watch, studying the chart, and asking the sailors questions.

Said he wanted to get up in time to take a girl to lunch on Thursday.

It was just for that reason that he scuttled off the boat without a word to any of us, and rushed up to London." "But he had letters, Mr.Coulson," the reporter reminded him, "from some one in Washington, to the captain of the steamer and to the station-master of the London and North Western Railway.

It seems rather odd that he should have provided himself with these, doesn't it ?" "They were easy enough to get," Mr.Coulson answered.

"He wasn't a worrying sort of chap, Fynes wasn't.