"Without a doubt. Of German descent, I should say, but nothing much left of it in his appearance. He settled over here in a huff, because New York society wouldn't receive his wife." "I remember all about it," Peter declared. "She was a chorus girl, wasn't she? Nothing particular against her, but the fellow had no tact. Do you know him, Edwardes?" "Slightly," the stockbroker answered. "Give me a letter to him," Peter said. "Give my credit as good a leg up as you can. I shall probably go as a borrower." Mr. Edwardes wrote a few lines and handed them to his client. "Office is nearly opposite," he remarked. "Wish you luck, whatever your scheme is." Peter crossed the street and entered the building which his friend had pointed out. He ascended in the lift to the third floor, knocked at the door which bore Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge's name, and almost ran into the arms of a charmingly dressed little lady, who was being shown out by a broad-shouldered, typical American. Peter hastened to apologise. "I beg your pardon," he said, raising his hat. "I was rather in a hurry, and I quite thought I heard someone say, 'Come in'." The lady replied pleasantly. Her companion, who was carrying his hat in his hand, paused reluctantly. "Did you want to see me?" he asked. "If you are Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge, I did," Peter admitted. "My name is the Baron de Grost, and I have a letter of introduction to you from Mr. Edwardes." Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge tore open the envelope and glanced through the contents of the note. Peter meanwhile looked at his wife with genuine but respectfully cloaked admiration. The lady obviously returned his interest. "Why, if you're the Baron de Grost," she exclaimed, "didn't you marry Vi Brown? She used to be at the Gaiety with me years ago." "I certainly did marry Violet Brown," Peter confessed; "and, if you will allow me to say so, Mrs. Heseltine-Wrigge, I should have recognised you anywhere from your photographs." "Say, isn't that queer?" the little lady remarked, turning to her husband. "I should love to see Vi again." "If you will give me your address," Peter declared promptly, "my wife will be delighted to call upon you." The man looked up from the note. "Do you want to talk business with me, Baron?" he asked. "For a few moments only," Peter answered. "I am afraid I am a great nuisance, and, if you wish it, I will come down to the City again." "That's all right," Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge replied. "Myra won't mind waiting a minute or two. Come through here." He turned back and led the way into a quiet-looking suite of offices, where one or two clerks were engaged writing at open desks. They all three passed into an inner room. "Any objection to my wife coming in?" Mr. Heseltine-Wrigge asked. "There's scarcely any place for her out there." "Delighted," Peter answered. She glanced at the clock. "Remember we have to meet the Count von Hern at half-past one at Prince's, Charles," she reminded him.