"What an extraordinary chap," thought Hemming. Dodder opened a drawer in his table, and took out a box of cigars. Hemming recognized the label, and remembered that they cost, in London, three shillings apiece by the hundred. "Have a smoke. They're not half bad," said the manager, extending the box. The Englishman lit a weed, and felt that it was time to begin business. "Why did you recall me from Greece?" he asked. "They are sure to stand up to Turkey, unless all signs fail." This straightforward question seemed to catch the manager unawares. He rolled his cigar about between his white fingers, and crossed and uncrossed his legs several times before he answered. "It's this way," he began, and paused to glance at the closed door. From the door his eyes turned to Hemming. "We believe as you do," he said, "but another man wanted the job. He left here three days ago." As Hemming had nothing to say to that, Dodder continued: "The other chap has been with us five or six years, and, though he is a good writer, he knows nothing of war. You were my choice, but Devlin happens to be Wells's brother-in-law. I was up against it all right, so I slid off as easy as I could." "Thank you all the same," said Hemming. "Now tell me what you want done in South America." "We want you to start in Yucatan," replied Dodder, "or somewhere along there, and travel, with a nigger or two, to any part of the country that promises copy. If you hear of a revolution anywhere, go hunt it out. Use the wire when you have news, but for the rest of it write good, full stories in your usual style. Why, captain, have you any idea how many newspapers, in this country and Canada, printed each of those stories of yours from Greece and Turkey?" Hemming shook his head. "Twenty-six, no less," said the manager. "I believe you would prove a paying investment if we marooned you on Anticosti," he added. "I am glad you like my stuff," answered Hemming, "and as for Anticosti, why, I believe one could make some interesting copy there." "You must try it one of these days," said Dodder. At that moment, a thin, undersized man entered the room, without the formality of knocking. He walked with a slight limp in his left foot. Dodder introduced him to Hemming as Mr. Wells, the syndicate's treasurer, and a partner in the concern. Wells gave the correspondent a nerveless handshake. "Glad to meet you," he said, and turned to the manager with an air of inquiry. It was clear to the Englishman that Dodder was not thoroughly at ease in his partner's company. He returned to his cigar and his seat with a suggestion of "by your leave" in his air. "I think we shall let Captain Hemming start south as soon as he likes," he said. "It's a pleasure trip, is it?" remarked Wells, with his hands in his pockets, and a casual eye on the Englishman. Hemming stared, his cigar half-raised to his lips. Dodder flushed.