tle 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 question here？〃
〃If madam will be so good；〃 he persisted。
She shrugged her shoulders and followed him。 Something in the man's earnest tone and almost pleading look convinced her； at least； of his good intentions。 Besides； the interest which her question had undoubtedly aroused amongst the bystanders was； to say the least of it； embarrassing。 He pulled the door to after them。
〃Madam；〃 he said； 〃there was a Mr。 Hamilton Fynes who came over by the Lusitania； and who had certainly engaged rooms in this hotel； but he unfortunately； it seems； met with an accident on his way from Liverpool。〃
Her manner changed at once。 She began to understand what it all meant。 Her lips parted； her eyes were wide open。
〃An accident？〃 she faltered。
He gently rolled a chair up to her。 She sank obediently into it。
〃Madam；〃 he said； 〃it was a very bad accident indeed。 I trust that Mr。 Hamilton Fynes was not a very intimate friend or a relative of yours。 It would perhaps be better for you to read the account for yourself。〃
He placed a newspaper in her hands。 She read the first few lines and suddenly turned upon him。 She was white to the lips now； and there was real terror in her tone。 Yet if he had been in a position to have analyzed the emotion she displayed； he might have remarked that there was none of the surprise； the blank； unbelieving amazement which might have been expected from one hearing for the first time of such a calamity。
〃Murdered！〃 she exclaimed。 〃Is this true？〃
〃It appears to be perfectly true； madam； I regret to say；〃 the clerk answered。 〃Even the earlier editions were able to supply the man's name； and I am afraid that there is no doubt about his identity。 The captain of the Lusitania confirmed it； and many of the passengers who saw him leave the ship last night have been interviewed。〃
〃Murdered！〃 she repeated to herself with trembling lips。 〃It seems such a horrible death！ Have they any idea who did it？〃 she asked。 〃Has any one been arrested？〃
〃At present； no； madam；〃 the clerk answered。 〃The affair； as you will see if you read further； is an exceedingly mysterious one。〃
She rocked a little in her chair； but she showed no signs of fainting。 She picked up the paper and found the place once more。 There were two columns filled with particulars of the tragedy。
〃Where can I be alone and read this？〃 she asked。
〃Here； if you please； madam；〃 the clerk answered。 〃I must go back to my desk。 There are many arrivals just now。 Will you allow me to send you somethinga little brandy； perhaps？〃
〃Nothing； thank you；〃 she answered。 〃I wish only to be alone while I read this。〃
He left her with a little sympathetic murmur； and closed the door behind him。 The girl raised her veil now and spread the newspaper out on the table before her。 There was an account of the tragedy； there were interviews with some of the passengers； a message from the captain。 In all； it seemed that wonderfully little was known of Mr。 Hamilton Fynes。 He had spoken to scarcely a soul on board； and had remained for the greater part of the time in his stateroom。 The captain had not even been aware of his existence till the moment when Mr。 Hamilton Fynes had sought him out and handed him an order； signed by the head of his company； instructing him to obey in any respect the wishes of this hitherto unknown passenger。 The tug which had been hired to meet him had gone down the river； so it was not possible； for the moment； to say by whom it had been chartered。 The station…master at Liverpool knew nothing except that the letter presented to him by the dead man was a personal one from a great railway magnate； whose wishes it was impossible to disregard。 There had not been a soul； apparently； upon the steamer who had known anything worth mentioning of Mr。 Hamilton Fynes or his business。 No one in London had made inquiries for him or claimed his few effects。 Half a dozen cables to America remained unanswered。
That papers had been stolen from himpapers or moneywas evident from the place of concealment in his coat； where the lining had be