him, regular. There was nothing very remarkable to see."
"Would you know him again if you saw him?"
"If I saw him with the ladies I would know him for the same. Otherwise, you understand, there are many gentlemen like him—dress like him—well-to-do. What you call here in London, City men. Prosperous looking!"
"Well, go on!" said Wedgwood. "Just about eight———?"
"Just about eight o'clock two ladies come in. Just what is describe in this advertisement. One is a tall, thin lady, in a fur coat and with a lot of veil stuff about her face; the other is a young lady. They go to the gentleman where he sits at my table. I think the young lady is not known to him before then."
"What makes you think that?" asked Nottidge.
"I see the other lady, the older one, do the ceremonies—introduce them. He is a very polite man, that gentleman—make great fuss of the young lady, like he was delighted to meet her, eh?"
"Oh, he did, did he?" growled Nottidge. "Well—get on with it!"
"They all sit at my table—they have dinner together. Very nice dinner—the gentleman
