"Some twenty-seven photographs of you are included in the folder which contains your record, Mr. Minute," said the little investigator calmly. "You see, you are quite a prominent personage--one of the two hundred and four really rich men in England. I am not likely to mistake you for anybody else, and, more than this, your history is so interesting a one that naturally I know much more about you than I should if you had lived the dull and placid life of a city merchant." "Tell me one thing before I go," asked Minute. "Where is the person you refer to as 'X'?" Saul Arthur Mann smiled and inclined his head never so slightly. "That is a question which you have no right to ask," he said. "It is information which is available to the police or to any authorized person who wishes to get into touch with 'X.' I might add," he went on, "that there is much more I could tell you, if it were not that it would involve persons with whom you are acquainted." John Minute left the bureau looking a little older, a little paler than when he had entered. He drove to his club with one thought in his mind, and that thought revolved about the identity and the whereabouts of the person referred to in the little man's record as "X." CHAPTER VII INTRODUCING MR. REX HOLLAND Mr. Rex Holland stepped out of his new car, and, standing back a pace, surveyed his recent acquisition with a dispassionate eye. "I think she will do, Feltham," he said. The chauffeur touched his cap and grinned broadly. "She did it in thirty-eight minutes, sir; not bad for a twenty-mile run--half of it through London." "Not bad," agreed Mr. Holland, slowly stripping his gloves. The car was drawn up at the entrance to the country cottage which a lavish expenditure of money had converted into a bijou palace. He still lingered, and the chauffeur, feeling that some encouragement to conversation was called for, ventured the view that a car ought to be a good one if one spent eight hundred pounds on it. "Everything that is good costs money," said Mr. Rex Holland sententiously, and then continued: "Correct me if I am mistaken, but as we came through Putney did I not see you nod to the driver of another car?" "Yes, sir." "When I engaged you," Mr. Holland went on in his even voice, "you told me that you had just arrived from Australia and knew nobody in England; I think my advertisement made it clear that I wanted a man who fulfilled these conditions?" "Quite right, sir. I was as much surprised as you; the driver of that car was a fellow who traveled over to the old country on the same boat as me. It's rather rum that he should have got the same kind of job." Mr. Holland smiled quietly. "I hope his employer is not as eccentric as I and that he pays his servant on my scale." With this shot he unlocked and passed through the door of the cottage.