The opportunity I desired had now apparently come. I had made the
acquaintance of Mr. Joseph H. Parker--made it in an unceremonious manner,
perhaps, but still under circumstances that would probably result in his
being willing to acknowledge himself my debtor. I had a packet of
something belonging to him in my pocket, which was presumably valuable.
His friend, Mr. Cullen, I detested, and the reference to Bow Street
puzzled me. However, I had no doubt that in a few minutes everything would
be explained. Meantime I permitted myself to indulge in certain very
pleasurable anticipations.

In the course of about a quarter of an hour Mr. Joseph H. Parker
reappeared. He came down the room humming a tune and apparently quite
pleased with himself. I took the opportunity of studying his personal
appearance a little more closely. He was not tall, but he was distinctly
fat. He had a large double chin, but a certain freshness of complexion and
massiveness about his forehead relieved his face from any suspicion of
grossness. He had a large and humorous mouth, delightful eyes and
plentiful eyebrows. His iron-gray hair was brushed carefully back from his
forehead. He gave one the idea of strength, notwithstanding the
disabilities of his figure. He smiled contentedly as he seated himself
once more at my table.

"Really," he began, "I scarcely know how to excuse myself, Mr. Walmsley.
However, thanks to you, we can now dine in comfort. Until now I fear I
have taken your good offices very much for granted; but I assure you it
will give me the greatest pleasure to make your closer acquaintance and to
impress upon you my extreme sense of obligation."

"You are very kind," I replied. "By the by, might I ask how you know my