"Yes, I met him about five o'clock," replied Hemming. Anderson's face brightened, and he slapped his knee with his broad hand. "I ran across him in an apothecary's shop a few hours ago, and, as I had just heard of your arrival, I wondered if you had met him," he said. "You see," he continued, "I have had my eye on him of late. The Travers and I are still very good friends, you know." "This sounds very interesting," broke in the lieutenant. "What is it all about?" "I hardly know myself," answered Hemming. The lieutenant wished them good night, shook hands cordially with both, and, after assuring Hemming that he would watch eagerly for everything he wrote, left the dining-room. "Williams seems a good sort," remarked Hemming. Anderson did not answer. He looked as if he were thinking unusually hard. "I suppose you'll be in town for a while," he said. "I leave to-morrow for Greece. I'm a newspaper correspondent now," replied Hemming. "You must stay a few days," said the engineer. "A few days will do it. You have no right to fly off the handle like that." "Like what?" asked the other. "My dear boy, I have known for a week just how it would be, and now I am in rather a hole myself," said Anderson. "Have you been living a double life?" inquired Hemming, with a sneer. "Great heavens!" exclaimed the lusty sapper, "do you mean to say?--but no, I only told the lady that Penthouse was a rotten little liar. Strong language, I must admit." Hemming laughed shortly. "You must not trouble yourself too much, Dicky, for it's really not worth while," he said. A little later Hemming excused himself to his friend on the plea that he had to return to his hotel, and write some letters. "I am my own master no longer," he said. "I think you are just beginning," replied Anderson, drily. Hemming looked into the future, saw his body journeying, vagrant as the wind, and his hand at a hundred adventures, but never an hour of freedom. He went down the wide steps and into the street with hell and longing in his heart.