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s he had passed through the station at ten miles an hour。 These were the only occasions； however； on which he had slackened speed at all。 The train attendant； who was a nervous man； began to shiver again and imagine unmentionable things。 The guard； who had never left his own brake； went home and dreamed that his effigy had been added to the collection of Madame Tussaud。 The reporters were the only people who were really happy； with the exception； perhaps of Inspector Jacks； who had a weakness for a difficult case。
Fifteen miles north of London； a man lay by the roadside in the shadow of a plantation of pine trees； through which he had staggered only a few minutes ago。 His clothes were covered with dust； he had lost his cap； and his trousers were cut about the knee as though from a fall。 He was of somewhat less than medium height； dark； slender； with delicate features； and hair almost coal black。 His face； as he moved slowly from side to side upon the grass； was livid with pain。 Every now and then he raised himself and listened。 The long belt of main road； which passed within a few feet of him； seemed almost deserted。 Once a cart came lumbering by； and the man who lay there； watching； drew closely back into the shadows。 A youth on a bicycle passed； singing to himself。 A boy and girl strolled by； arm in arm； happy； apparently； in their profound silence。 Only a couple of fields away shone the red and green lights of the railway track。 Every few minutes the goods…trains went rumbling over the metals。 The man on the ground heard them with a shiver。 Resolutely he kept his face turned in the opposite direction。 The night mail went thundering northward； and he clutched even at the nettles which grew amongst the grass where he was crouching； as though filled with a sudden terror。 Then there was silence once moresilence which became deeper as the hour approached midnight。 Passers…by were fewer； the birds and animals came out from their hiding places。 A rabbit scurried across the road； a rat darted down the tiny stream。 Now and then birds moved in the undergrowth； and the man； who was struggling all the time with a deadly faintness； felt the silence grow more and more oppressive。 He began even to wonder where he was。 He closed his eyes。 Was that really the tinkling of a guitar； the perfume of almond and cherry blossom； floating to him down the warm wind？ He began to lose himself in dreams until he realized that actual unconsciousness was close upon him。 Then he set his teeth tight and clenched his hands。 Away in the distance a faint； long…expected sound came travelling to his ears。 At last； then； his long wait was over。 Two fiery eyes were stealing along the lonely road。 The throb of an engine was plainly audible。 He staggered up； swaying a little on his feet； and holding out his hands。 The motor car came to a standstill before him； and the man who was driving it sprang to the ground。 Words passed between them rapidly；questions and answers；the questions of an affectionate servant； and the answers of a man fighting a grim battle for consciousness。 But these two spoke in a language of their own； a language which no one who passed along that road was likely to understand。
With a groan of relief the man who had been picked up sank back amongst the cushioned seats； carefully almost tenderly； aided by the chauffeur。 Eagerly he thrust his hand into one of the leather pockets and drew out a flask of brandy。 The rush of cold air； as the car swung round and started off； was like new life to him。 He closed his eyes。 When he opened them again； they had come to a standstill underneath a red lamp。
〃The doctor's！〃 he muttered to himself； and； staggering out； rang the bell。
Dr。 Spencer Whiles had had a somewhat dreary day； and was thoroughly enjoying a late rubber of bridge with three of his most agreeable neighbors。 A summons into the consulting room； however； was so unexpected a thing that he did not hesitate for a moment to obey it； without even waiting to complete a deal。 When he entered the apartment； he saw a slim but determined…looking young man； whose clothes were covered with dust； and who； although he sat with folded arms and grim face； was very nearly in a state of collapse。
〃You seem to have met with an accident；〃 the doctor remarked。 〃How did it happen？〃
〃I have been run over by a motor car；〃 his patient said； speaking slowly and with something singularly agreeable in his voice notwithstanding its slight accent of pain。 〃Can you patch me up till I get to London？〃
The doctor looked him over。
〃What were you doing in the road？〃 he asked。
〃I was riding a bicycle；〃 the other answered。 〃I dare say it was my own fault； I was certainly on the wrong side of the road。 You can see what has happened to me。 I am bruised and cut； my side is painful； and also my knee。 A car is waiting outside now to take me to my home； but I thought that I had better stop and see you。〃
The doctor was a humane man； with a miserable practice； and he forgot all about his bridge party。 For half an hour he worked over his patient。 At the end of that time he gave him a brandy and soda and placed a box of cigarettes before him。
〃You'll do all right now；〃 he said。 〃That's a nasty cut on your leg； but you've no broken bones。〃
〃I feel absolutely well again； thank you very much；〃 the young man said。 〃I will smoke a cigarette； if I may。 The brandy； I thank you； no！〃
〃Just as you like；〃 the doctor answered。 〃I won't say that you are not better without it。 Help yourself to the cigarettes。 Are you going back to London in the motor car； then？〃
〃Yes！〃 the patient answered。 〃It is waiting outside for me now； and I must not keep the man any longer。 Will you let me know； if you please； how much I owe you？〃
The doctor hesitated。 Fees were a rare thing with him； and the evidences of his patient's means were somewhat doubtful。 The young man put his hand into his pocket。
〃I am afraid；〃 he said； 〃that I am not a very presentable…looking object； but I am glad to assure you that I am not a poor man。 I am able to pay your charges and to still feel that the obligation is very much on my side。
The doctor summoned up his courage。
〃We will say a guinea； then；〃he remarked with studied indifference。
〃You must allow me to make it a little more than that；〃 the patient answered。 〃Your treatment was worth is。 I feel perfectly recovered already。 Good night； sir！〃
The doctor's eyes sparkled as he glanced at the gold which his visitor had laid upon the table。
〃You are very good； I'm sure；〃 he murmured。 〃I hope you will have a comfortable journey。 With a nerve like yours； you'll be all right in a day or so。〃
He let his patient out and watched him depart with some curiosity； watched until the great motor…car had swung round the corner of the street and started on its journey to London。
〃No bicycle there；〃 he remarked to himself； as he closed the door。 〃I wonder what they did with it。〃
CHAPTER IV。 MISS PENELOPE MORSE
It was already a little past the customary luncheon hour at the Carlton； and the restaurant was well filled。 The orchestra had played their first selection； and the stream of incoming guests had begun to slacken。 A young lady who had been sitting in the palm court for at least half an hour rose to her feet； and； glancing casually at her watch； made her way into the hotel。 She entered the office and addressed the chief reception clerk。
〃Can you tell me；〃 she asked； 〃if Mr。 Hamilton Fynes is staying here？ He should have arrived by the Lusitania last night or early this morning。〃
It is not the business of a hotel reception clerk to appear surprised at anything。 Nevertheless the man looked at her； for a moment； with a curious expression in his eyes。
〃Mr。 Hamilton Fynes！〃 he repeated。 〃Did you say that you were expecting him by the Lusitania； madam？〃
〃Yes！〃 the young lady answered。 〃He asked me to lunch with him here today。 Can you tell me whether he has arrived yet？ If he is in his room； I should be glad if you would send up to him。〃
There were several people in the office who were in a position to overhear their conversation。 With a word of apology； the man came round from his place behind the mahogany counter。 He stood by the side of the young lady； and he seemed to be suffering from some embarrassment。
〃Will you pardon my asking； madam； if you have seen the newspapers this morning？〃 he inquired。
Without a doubt； her first thought was that the question savored of impertinence。 She looked at him with slightly upraised eyebrows。 She was slim； of medium complexion； with dark brown hair parted in the middle and waving a little about her temples。 She was irreproachably dressed； from the tips of her patent shoes to the black feathers in her Paris hat。
〃The newspapers！〃 she repeated。 〃Why； no； I don't think that I have seen them this morning。 What have they to do with Mr。 Hamilton Fynes？〃
The clerk pointed to the open door of a small private office。
〃If you will step this way for one moment； madam；〃 he begged。
She tapped the floor with her foot and looked at him curiously。 Certainly the people around seemed to be taking some interest in their conversation。
〃Why should I？〃 she asked。 〃Cannot you answer my que
