servants unhesitatingly. Let us ring and ask for the porter."
The porter was emphatic.
"No one has been here after you since yesterday, sir, when the Italian gentleman came," he pleaded. "To-day he sent a man for a parcel he left here, but I know of no one else who has even mentioned your name."
"What is the amount of your loss?" asked the manager, as he began to assist me to make things straight, and the question gave me inspiration. I made a hurried search, and I must have shown feeling, for I was conscious of pallor of face and momentary giddiness.
"You have lost something of great value, then?" he continued, as he watched. And I replied—
"Yes, but to myself only. Nothing has been taken from the room but papers, which may be worth ten thousand pounds to me. They are not worth a penny to anyone else."
"Oh! papers only—that is fortunate; it is, perhaps, a case for your own private detective."
"Quite so; I shouldn't have troubled you had I made a search before. I will see to it myself—many thanks."
He withdrew with profuse apologies, but I remained standing, with all the heart out of me. What, in Heaven's name, did it mean? Who had interest to rifle my portfolio and take the
