The safe he did not attempt to touch, but there was a small bureau in which Kara would have placed his private correspondence of the morning.

This however yielded no result.
By the side of the bed on a small table was a telephone, the sight of which apparently afforded the servant a little amusement.

This was the private 'phone which Kara had been instrumental in having fixed to Scotland Yard--as he had explained to his servants.
"Rum cove," said Fisher.
He paused for a moment before the closed door of the room and smilingly surveyed the great steel latch which spanned the door and fitted into an iron socket securely screwed to the framework.

He lifted it gingerly--there was a little knob for the purpose--and let it fall gently into the socket which had been made to receive it on the door itself.
"Rum cove," he said again, and lifting the latch to the hook which held it up, left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

He walked down the corridor, with a meditative frown, and began to descend the stairs to the hall.
He was less than half-way down when the one maid of Kara's household came up to meet him.
"There's a gentleman who wants to see Mr.Kara," she said, "here is his card." Fisher took the card from the salver and read, "Mr.George Gathercole, Junior Travellers' Club." "I'll see this gentleman," he said, with a sudden brisk interest.
He found the visitor standing in the hall.
He was a man who would have attracted attention, if only from the somewhat eccentric nature of his dress and his unkempt appearance.