"It will seem strange to you, sir, but he--if it is he--was in my service last summer." He passed a trembling hand across his mouth. "He left me right at the last. He was very good to--to us.... And I used to wonder sometimes what had become of him--he was a gentleman, you know. And then I saw him again...." Blithe leaned forward. "Yes?" "Last Monday, sir. At Paddington Station. I had the pleasure of fetching a bag for you, sir, from the cloakroom that afternoon." (It may be mentioned that this particular commission should have been executed by the commissionaire attached to the office. As, however, it was raining at the time, that gentleman and the managing clerk aforesaid had seen no good reason why "old Slumper" should not satisfactorily perform the duty and save his betters a wetting. Both paid for their blindness in due season. The principal was dismissed, with the result that, after a heated argument, the accessory before the fact was hit first upon the nose and then upon the left eye with all the principal's might.) "He was having some luggage labelled to go with him by train. There seemed to be some question of over-weight. I was quite close to him. Indeed, it was hearing a voice I knew that made me look at him. I heard him say, 'I'm going to Chipping Norton and on to Girdle.' I very nearly spoke to him, but----" "You're quite sure it was he, Mr. Slumper?" "Oh, yes, sir. I've no doubt at all." "Splendid," said Blithe. "I'm extremely obliged to you. I shall write to Girdle at once. If, as I verily believe, you've found us our man, we shan't forget it. Of course I'll let you know as soon as I hear." The speaker rose to his feet. "So you're getting on all right, are you? I'm so glad. And keeping fairly well? That's right. Come out this way." He opened a private door. "Good morning, and thank you so much." With a full heart Mr. Slumper passed humbly down the stairs.... Within the hour another letter came to his desk for direction. This he read without any hesitation. Indeed, the pleasurable glow of achievement which it induced ushered a gleam into the dull brown eyes such as they had not known for many a day. _CONFIDENTIAL._ _66 Bedford Row, London, W.C., 11th March, 1921._ _Dear Sir,_ _We have reason to believe that a gentleman of the name of "Anthony Lyveden" is residing in your neighbourhood. We are anxious to obtain his address in order that we may make to him a communication of the highest importance, and one which it will be to his great financial advantage to receive._ _If you can furnish us with his address by return of post we shall be greatly obliged; but, if you are unable to do so, kindly cause immediate inquiries to be instituted with a view to locating him, and advise us accordingly._ _Our information is that Mr. Lyveden left London for Chipping Norton en route for Girdle on Monday last, the 7th inst._ _Yours faithfully, BULRUSH & Co._