He had been pushed to an extremity, forced to act with swiftness, upon losing her. And he had done the thing that comes most naturally to a life-long traveller. He had driven to the best hotel in the town. (He had seen in a flash that the idea of inhabiting any private hotel whatever was a silly idea.) And now he was in a large bedroom over-looking the Thames--a chamber with a writing-desk, a sofa, five electric lights, two easy-chairs, a telephone, electric bells, and a massive oak door with a lock and a key in the lock; in short, his castle! An enterprise of some daring to storm the castle: but he had stormed it. He had registered under the name of Leek, a name sufficiently common not to excite remark, and the floor-valet had proved to be an admirable young man. He trusted to the floor-valet and to the telephone for avoiding any rough contact with the world. He felt comparatively safe now; the entire enormous hotel was a nest for his shyness, a conspiracy to keep him in cotton-wool. He was an autocratic number, absolute ruler over Room 331, and with the right to command the almost limitless resources of the Grand Babylon for his own private ends. As he sealed the envelope he touched a bell. The valet entered. "You've got the evening papers?" asked Priam Farll. "Yes, sir." The valet put a pile of papers respectfully on the desk. "All of them?" "Yes, sir." "Thanks. Well, it's not too late to have a messenger, is it?" "Oh _no_, sir." ("'Too late' in the Grand Babylon, oh Czar!" said the valet's shocked tone.) "Then please get a messenger to take this letter, at once." "In a cab, sir?" "Yes, in a cab. I don't know whether there will be an answer. He will see. Then let him call at the cloak-room at South Kensington Station and get my luggage. Here's the ticket." "Thank you, sir." "I can rely on you to see that he goes at once?" "You can, sir," said the valet, in such accents as carry absolute conviction. "Thank you. That will do, I think." The man retired, and the door was closed by an expert in closing doors, one who had devoted his life to the perfection of detail in valetry. _Fame_