"You say the manager and Bayfield are well-known to you. They are also old friends of mine. I have unearthed more than one mystery with their help. Mention my name, show them my card, if you think it will ease matters. They will give you any assistance you want. Once again, bravo, and well-done. I'll ring you up as soon as I have fixed Davies." Wingate felt he was walking on air as he returned to the hotel. With his new-born cunning he had not 'phoned from "The Old Ship," but from the post-office. The dining-room was not at all full. The elderly couple and the foreigner sat at their respective tables. A few other people were dotted about. At the end of an hour Wingate had the room to himself, with the head-waiter, his old friend, hovering around, ready for a prolonged chat. "I'm rather interested in that foreign chap, Bayfield," he said carelessly. "What do you know about him? Is he a quiet sort of Anarchist, or what?" Bayfield was quite ready to communicate all he knew, in confidential whispers, for Wingate was always very popular with his inferiors. He gave himself no airs, and he was more than liberal with tips. "He's a bit of a mystery, sir, but he's a very quiet sort of a gentleman. He began coming here about three months ago. I should say, since he started, he has stayed two or three days out of every week. He has heaps of letters. Sometimes he goes off at a minute's notice, and then we have to send his letters after him." "Where does he live, and what's his name?" "He lives in the Boundary Road, St John's Wood, and his name is Bolinski; a Russian, I suppose. All their names seem to end in `ski' or `off.'" So his name was Bolinski, and he lived in Boundary Road, St John's Wood. Here was valuable information for Smeaton. Wingate chatted a little longer with Bayfield, and then went for a walk along the front, returning in time to receive the detective's message 'phoned to the hotel. At this juncture he thought it was wise policy to take both the manager and Bayfield into his confidence. He showed them Smeaton's card, and explained that for reasons he was not at liberty to disclose, he wanted to identify Bolinski. A man was coming down for that purpose by an early train to-morrow morning, and he wanted to smuggle him into the hotel as early as possible. The manager smiled. "That's all right, Mr Wingate. Inspector Smeaton is an old friend of mine, and I have helped him a bit here, and more in London. Our friend breakfasts on the stroke of half-past nine. Get your man in here a little before nine, and Bayfield will take him in charge, and give him a glimpse of the distinguished foreigner." Next morning the taxi-driver Davies arrived, attired in a brand new suit, and looking eminently respectable in mufti. Wingate met him at the station, piloted him to "The Old Ship," and handed him over to the careful guardianship of the astute Bayfield.