any foresight. Of course they could describe how the fellow was
dressed, even the make of goggles he wore. But, when it came to
telling one feature of his face accurately, they took refuge
behind the fact that he kept his cap pulled down over his eyes,
and talked like a 'city fellow.'"

"All of which is highly important," agreed Garrick. "I suppose
they'd consider a fingerprint, or the portrait parle the height of
idiocy beside that."

"Disgusting," ejaculated McBirney, who, whatever his own
limitations might be, had a wholesome respect for Garrick's new
methods.

"Where did you leave the car?" asked Garrick of Warrington. "How
did you lose it?"

The young man seemed to hesitate.

"I suppose," he said at length, with a sort of resigned smile,
"I'll have to make a clean breast of it."

"You can hardly expect us to do much, otherwise," encouraged
Garrick dryly. "Besides, you can depend on us to keep anything you
say confidential."

"Why," he began, "the fact is that I had started out for a mild
little sort of celebration, apropos of nothing at all in
particular, beginning with dinner at the Mephistopheles
Restaurant, with a friend of mine. You know the place, perhaps--