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Gayes, if he calls to see me, that I have been detained in the city, and shall not be back." The man took down the message. Philip strolled out once more into the streets, wandering aimlessly about for an hour or more. By this time it was nearly one o'clock, and, selecting a restaurant, he entered and ordered luncheon.
There was an enterprising gentleman named Gayes in Liverpool, who nearly drove me crazy, then there's this Mr. Lawton who wants to talk about lasts, and finally it seems that I dined at the Trocadero and spent the evening at the Empire and Murray's with the two very obvious-looking young ladies who accosted me just now. I am beginning to believe that Douglas' life was not above suspicion."
"Are you quite sure?" "Yes, sir. Mr. Douglas Romilly he asked for. He said that his name was Mr. Gayes, I believe." The man left the room and Philip took up the receiver. For a moment he sat and thought. The situation was perplexing, in a sense ominous, yet it had to be faced. He held the instrument to his ear. "Hullo? Who's that?" he enquired. "That Mr.
Romilly?" was the reply, in a man's pleasant voice. "Mr. Douglas Romilly?" "Yes!" "Good! I'm Gayes Mr. Gayes of Gayes Brothers. My people wrote me last night from Leicester that you would be here this morning. You are crossing, aren't you, on the Elletania?" Philip remained monosyllabic. "Yes," he admitted cautiously. "Can't you come round and see us this morning?" Mr. Gayes invited.
Philip stepped to the rail, his heart growing lighter at every moment. His ubiquitous steward, laden with hand luggage, paused for a moment. "I sent a gentleman down to your stateroom just before the steamer started, sir," he announced, "gentleman of the name of Gayes, who wanted to say good-by to you." "Bad luck!" Philip answered. "I must have just missed him."
"He picked you out, sir, all right," he remarked as he disappeared in the companionway. Philip turned away with a little final wave of the hand. "Glad I didn't miss him altogether," he observed cheerfully. "Good-afternoon, Mr. Gayes! Good-by, England!" Mr.
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