In a minute he returned.
"Will you come this way, sir," he said, and led the way up a broad flight of stairs.
At the head of the stairs was a corridor which ran to the left and to the right.

From this there gave four rooms.

One at the extreme end of the passage on the right, one on the left, and two at fairly regular intervals in the centre.
When the man's hand was on one of the doors, T.X.asked quietly, "I think I have seen you before somewhere, my friend." The man smiled.
"It is very possible, sir.

I was a waiter at the Constitutional for some time." T.X.

nodded.
"That is where it must have been," he said.
The man opened the door and announced the visitor.
T.X.found himself in a large room, very handsomely furnished, but just lacking that sense of cosiness and comfort which is the feature of the Englishman's home.
Kara rose from behind a big writing table, and came with a smile and a quick step to greet the visitor.
"This is a most unexpected pleasure," he said, and shook hands warmly.
T.X.had not seen him for a year and found very little change in this strange young man.