THE CASE OF PHILIP HENLEY It was a rather narrow hallway and, with the exception of a thick carpet underfoot, unfurnished.

Neale, appearing somewhat more slender in evening clothes, smiled at me genially, showing a gold-crowned tooth.
"Did not chance to hear your motor," he said easily, taking a cigarette case from his vest pocket.

"You are a little late; what was it, tire trouble ?" "I came afoot," I answered, not overly-cordial.

"It was farther across town than I supposed." "Well, you 're here, and that is the main point.

Have a cigarette.
No ?" as I shook my head.