"It seemed to be interesting to 'im, sir. You see, the 'ouse is pretty full, and when you brought 'im 'ere last night, sir, the bookkeeper gev' 'im the room next to mine. Last thing, I fetched the gentleman a Scotch an' soda an' a cigar. 'E said 'e couldn't sleep, and 'e was lookin' at a fotygraf. I caught a squint at it, an' I sez, 'Beg parding, sir, but ain't that Mrs. Capella--Miss Margaret as used to be?' That started 'im." "You surprise me." "And the gentleman surprised me," confided the waiter, whose greatest conversational effects were produced by quickly adapting remarks made to him. "P'r'aps you are not aware, sir, that the lady's Eye-talian 'usbin' ain't no good?" "I have heard something of the sort." "Then you've heard something right, sir. They do say as 'ow 'e beats her." "The scoundrel!" "Scoundrel! You should 'ave seen No. 18 last night when I tole 'im that. My conscience! 'E went on awful, 'e did. 'E seemed to be mad about Mrs. Capella." "He is her cousin." "Cousin! That won't wash, sir, beggin' your pardon. You an' me knows better than that" "I tell you again he is her cousin." The waiter absent-mindedly dusted the back of a chair. "Well, sir, it isn't for the likes of me to be contradictious, but I've got two sisters an' 'arf-a-dozen cousins, an' I don't go kissin' their pictures an' swearin' to 'ave it out with their 'usbin's." "Oh, come now. You are romancing." "Not a bit, sir. When I went to my room I--er--'eard 'im." "Is there a wooden partition between No. 18 and your room?" "Yes, sir." "And cracks--large ones?" "Yes, sir. But why you should--oh, I see! Excuse me, sir; I thought I 'eard a bell." The waiter hurried off, and Brett unwound himself. "So Robert is in love with Margaret," he said, laughing unmirthfully. "Was there ever such a tangle! If I indulge in a violent flirtation with Miss Layton, and I persuade Winter to ogle Mrs. Jiro, the affair should be artistically complete." The conceit brought Ipswich to his mind. He was convinced that the main line of inquiry lay in the direction of Mr. Numagawa Jiro and the curious masquerading of his colossal spouse. He had vaguely intended to visit the local police. Now he made up his mind to go to Ipswich and thence to London. Further delay at Stowmarket was useless. Before his train quitted the station he made matters right with the stationmaster by explaining to him the identity of the two men who had attracted his attention the previous evening. Somehow, the barrister imagined that the third visitant of that fateful New Year's Eve two years ago would not trouble the neighbourhood again. Herein he was mistaken. At the county town he experienced little difficulty in learning the antecedents of Mrs. Numagawa Jiro. In the first hotel he entered he found a young lady behind the bar who was not only well acquainted with Mrs. Jiro, but remembered the circumstances of the courtship.