It was not until Osborne and Lord Easterton had talked for some time about shooting in general, and about "hippo" and "rhino" and "'gator" killing in particular, and I had been forced to listen to a repetition of incidents to do with the sport that Jack Osborne had obtained in Nigeria and elsewhere, that Jack presently said: "Berrington tells me, Easterton, he heard you say that you have let your house to a man named Gastrell, and we were wondering if he is the Gastrell we both know—a tall man of twenty-eight or so, with dark hair and very good-looking, queer kind of eyes—what?" "Oh, so you know him?" Easterton exclaimed. "That's good. I want to find out who he is, where he comes from, in fact all about him. I have a reason for wanting to know." "He came from Capetown with me—landed at Southampton yesterday," Osborne said quickly. "Capetown? Arrived yesterday? Oh, then yours must be a different man. Tell me what he is like." Osborne gave a detailed description. "And at the side of his chin," he ended, "he's got a little scar, sort of scar you see on German students' faces, only quite small—doesn't disfigure him a bit." "But this is extraordinary," Lord Easterton exclaimed. "You have described my man to the letter—even to the scar. Can they be twins? Even twins, though, wouldn't have the same scar, the result probably of some accident. You say your man landed only yesterday?" "Yes, we came off the ship together." "Then he was on board on—let me think—ten days or so ago?" "Oh, yes." "It's most singular, this apparent likeness between the two men." "It is—if they really are alike. When shall you see your man again?" Osborne inquired. "I have this moment had a letter from him," Easterton answered. "He asks me to lunch with him at the Cafe Royal to-morrow. Look here, I'll tell you what I'll do—I'll say I'm engaged or somethin', and ask him to dine here one evenin'. Then if you will both give me the pleasure of your company, we shall at once find out if your Gastrell and mine are the same—they can't be the same, of course, as your man was in the middle of the ocean on the day mine was here in London; I mean we'll find out if he has a twin brother." "Have you met his wife?" Jack Osborne inquired carelessly, as he lit a long cigar. "Phew! Yes. I should say so. One of the most gloriously beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. She was on board with him, and I believe everybody on the ship was head over ears in love with her. I know I was." "Ah, that settles it," Easterton said. "My man is a bachelor." Osborne smiled in a curious way, and blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling without saying anything. "Why, what is it?" Easterton asked, noticing the smile. "Oh, nothing. A little thought that crept into my brain, that's all." "Tell us what your Gastrell's wife is like," Easterton pursued.