"But _the_ place to look for him is the gambling-saloon. Been there?"

"Oh, no."

"Then you must."

"What! Me! Alone?"

"No; with your agent."

"Oh, my friend; I said you would find him."

"What a woman! She will have it he is in Homburg. And suppose we do find
him, and you should not be welcome?"

"I shall not be unwelcome. _I shall be a change."_

"Shall I tell you how to draw him to Homburg, wherever he is?" said
Ashmead, very demurely.

"Yes, tell me that."

"And do _me_ a good turn into the bargain."

"Is it possible? Can I be so fortunate?"

"Yes; and _as you say,_ it _is_ a slice of luck to be able to kill two
birds with one stone. Why, consider--the way to recover a man is not to
run after him, but to make him run to you. It is like catching moths; you
don't run out into the garden after them; you light the candle and open