"What is it?" he asked.

She laid her hand upon his arm.

"How much of it I shall tell to a certain gentleman who calls
himself Inspector Jacks!"



CHAPTER VI. MR. COULSON INTERVIEWED

The Lusitania boat specials ran into Euston Station soon after
three o'clock in the afternoon. A small company of reporters, and
several other men whose profession was not disclosed from their
appearance, were on the spot to interview certain of the
passengers. A young fellow from the office of the Evening Comet
was, perhaps, the most successful, as, from the lengthy
description which had been telegraphed to him from Liverpool, he
was fortunate enough to accost the only person who had been seen
speaking to the murdered man upon the voyage.

"This is Mr. Coulson, I believe?" the young man said with
conviction, addressing a somewhat stout, gray-headed American,
with white moustache, a Homburg hat, and clothes of distinctly
transatlantic cut.

That gentlemen regarded his interlocutor with some surprise but
without unfriendliness.