His intention was not to approach Julius until after the newspapers had appeared with an account of the “crime.” The _crime_! This word seemed odd to him, to say the very least; and _criminal_ as applied to himself totally inappropriate. He preferred _adventurer_--a word as pliable as his beaver and as easily twisted to suit his liking. The morning papers had not yet mentioned the _adventure_. He awaited the evening ones with impatience, for he was eager to see Julius and to feel for himself that the game had begun; until then the time hung heavy on his hands, as with a child playing at hide-and-seek, who, no doubt, doesn’t want to be found, but wants, at any rate, to be sure he is being looked for. The vagueness of this state was one with which he was not as yet familiar; and the people he elbowed in the street seemed to him particularly commonplace, disagreeable and hideous. When the evening came he bought the _Corriere_ from a newspaper-seller in the Corso; then he went into a restaurant, but he laid the paper all folded on the table beside him and forced himself to finish his dinner without looking at it--out of a kind of bravado, and as though he thought in this way to put an edge on his desire; then he went out, and once in the Corso again, he stopped in the light of a shop window, unfolded the paper and on the second page saw the following head-line: CRIME, SUICIDE ... OR ACCIDENT He read the next few paragraphs, which I translate: Last evening in the railway station at Naples, the company’s servants found a man’s coat in the rack of a first-class carriage of the train from Rome. In the inside pocket of this coat, which is of a dark brown colour, was an unfastened envelope containing six thousand-franc notes. There were no other papers by which to identify the missing owner. If there has been foul play, it is difficult to account for the fact that such a considerable sum of money should have been left in the victim’s coat; it may, at any rate, be inferred that the motive was not robbery. There were no traces of a struggle to be seen in the compartment; but under one of the seats a man’s shirt-cuff was discovered with the link attached; this article was in the shape of two cats’ heads, linked together by a small silver-gilt chain, and carved out of a semi-transparent quartz, known as opalescent feldspar, and commonly called moonstone by jewellers. A thorough investigation of the railway line is being made. Lafcadio crumpled the paper up in his hand. “What! Carola’s sleeve-links now! The old boy is a regular public meeting-place!” He turned the page and read in the stop-press news: RECENTISSIME DEAD BODY FOUND ON RAILWAY LINE Without waiting to read further, Lafcadio hurried to the Grand Hotel. He slipped his visiting-card into an envelope after adding the following words underneath his name: CENTER LAFCADIO WLUIKI