"Very good, sir," the page answered. "There's a gentleman with
her, sir. His card's underneath the lady's."

Mr. Coulson examined the tray once more. A gentleman's visiting
card informed him that his other caller was Sir Charles
Somerfield, Bart.

"Bart," Mr. Coulson remarked thoughtfully. "I'm not quite
catching on to that, but I suppose he goes in with the young
lady."

"They're both together, sir," the boy announced.

Mr. Coulson completed his toilet and hurried downstairs



CHAPTER VII. A FATAL DESPATCH

Mr. Coulson found his two visitors in the lounge of the hotel. He
had removed all traces of his journey, and was attired in a
Tuxedo dinner coat, a soft-fronted shirt, and a neatly arranged
black tie. He wore broad-toed patent boots and double lines of
braid down the outsides of his trousers. The page boy, who was on
the lookout for him, conducted him to the corner where Miss
Penelope Morse and her companion were sitting talking together.
The latter rose at his approach, and Mr. Coulson summed him up
quickly,--a well-bred, pleasant-mannered, exceedingly athletic
young Englishman, who was probably not such a fool as he