"I happened to catch sight of him this evening," replied Gandam. "Sheer accident it was--but there's no mistaking him. Half-past six I was coming along Piccadilly, and I saw him leaving the Camellia Club. He----" "What sort of a club's that, now?" asked Starmidge. "Social club--men about town, sporting men, actors, journalists, so on," replied Gandam. "I know a bit about it--had a case relating to it not so long ago. Well--he went along Piccadilly, and, of course, I followed him--I wasn't going to lose sight of him after that set-back of last night, Mr. Starmidge! He crossed the Circus, and went into the Café Monico. I followed him in there. Do you know that downstairs saloon there?" "I know it," assented Starmidge. "He went straight down to it," continued Gandam. "And as I knew that he didn't know me, I presently followed. When I'd got down he'd taken a seat at a table in a quiet corner, and the waiter was bringing him a glass of sherry. There was a bit of talk between 'em--Chestermarke seemed to be telling the waiter that he was expecting somebody, and he'd wait a bit before giving an order. So I sat down--in another corner--and as I judged it was going to be a longish job, I ordered a bit of dinner. Of course I kept an eye on him--quietly. He read a newspaper, smoked a cigarette, and sipped his sherry. And at last--perhaps ten minutes after he'd got in--a woman came down the stairs, looked round, and went straight over to where he was sitting." "Describe her," said Starmidge. "Tallish, very good figure, very good-looking, well-dressed, but quietly," replied Gandam. "Had a veil on when she came in, but lifted it when she sat down by Chestermarke. What I should call a handsome woman, Mr. Starmidge--and, I should say, about thirty-five to forty. Dark hair, dark eyes--taking expression." "Mrs. Carswell, for a fiver!" thought Starmidge. "Well?" he said aloud. "You say she went straight over to him?" "Straight to him--and began talking at once," answered Gandam. "It seemed to me that it was what you might call an adjourned meeting--they began talking as if they were sort of taking up a conversation. But she did most of the talking. He ordered some dinner for both of 'em as soon as she came--she talked while they ate. Of course, being right across the room from them, I couldn't catch a word that was said, but she seemed to be explaining something to him the whole time, and I could see he was surprised--more than once." "It must have been something uncommonly surprising to make him show signs of surprise!" muttered Starmidge, who had a vivid recollection of Gabriel Chestermarke's granite countenance. "Yes?--go on."