Simultaneously a tall figure emerged from the bar, casting eager glances in all directions,--a tall figure in a checked suit, bowler hat, white reindeer gloves, high collar, and grey spats.

Brock came to his feet quickly.

The monocle dropped from the other's eye, and his long legs carried him eagerly toward the American.
"Medcroft! Bless your heart! I was just on the point of looking you up at the Ritz.

It's good to see you," Brock cried as they clasped hands.
"Of all the men and of all the times, Brock, you are the most opportune," exclaimed the other.

"I saw that you were here and bolted my breakfast to catch you.