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Until one day a newspaper reporter glanced carelessly through the hotel

register The only thing which escapes the newspaper ; otherwise he is os, anticipates

events, and often prearranges them; smells war if the secretary of the

navy is seen to run for a street-car, is intimately acquainted with

"the official in the position to know" and "the entleman on the inside," and other anonymous but famous individuals

He is tireless, impervious to rebuff, also relentless; as an

investigator of crime he is the keenest hound of them all; often he

does more than expose, he prevents He is the Warwick of s, sceptral and financial

This particular reporter sent his card up to Mr Thornden and was,

after half an hour's delay, admitted to the suite Mr Thornden laid

aside his tea-cup

"I a , from the slices of lemon

to the brilliant eyes of the valet

"Ah! a press to see me about,

sir?"--neither hostile nor friendly

"Do you intend to re!" Mr Thorndon leaned forward in his chair and dren his

eyebrow tightly against the rim of his monocle

"Yes, sir I take it that you are Lord Henry Monckton, ninth Baron of

Dilance

"Tibbets," said the istered"

"Yes, sir"