His name is really Poropulos." "Oh, Poropulos," said Kara gravely, "I dismissed him a long time ago." "Pensioned hire, too, I understand," said T.X.
The other looked at him awhile, then, "I am very good to my old servants," he said slowly and, changing the subject; "to what good fortune do I owe this visit ?" T.X.selected a cigarette before he replied.
"I thought you might be of some service to me," he said, apparently giving his whole attention to the cigarette.
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," said Kara, a little eagerly.
"I am afraid you have not been very keen on continuing what I hoped would have ripened into a valuable friendship, more valuable to me perhaps," he smiled, "than to you." "I am a very shy man," said the shameless T.X., "difficult to a fault, and rather apt to underrate my social attractions.

I have come to you now because you know everybody--by the way, how long have you had your secretary!" he asked abruptly.
Kara looked up at the ceiling for inspiration.
"Four, no three months," he corrected, "a very efficient young lady who came to me from one of the training establishments.

Somewhat uncommunicative, better educated than most girls in her position--for example, she speaks and writes modern Greek fairly well." "A treasure!" suggested T.X.
"Unusually so," said Kara.

"She lives in Marylebone Road, 86a is the address.

She has no friends, spends most of her evenings in her room, is eminently respectable and a little chilling in her attitude to her employer." T.X.shot a swift glance at the other.
"Why do you tell me all this ?" he asked.
"To save you the trouble of finding out," replied the other coolly.
"That insatiable curiosity which is one of the equipments of your profession, would, I feel sure, induce you to conduct investigations for your own satisfaction." T.X.