"Train late, I suppose," I thought, and sat down to wait. There was no one I knew in the bar, but, being sociably inclined, I was soon in conversation with two or three other men whose only object seemed to be to while away the time. With them were a couple of fashionably-dressed girls, and by and by I noticed that one of them looked at me frequently, not as if she wanted to begin a flirtation, but rather with curiosity. I had never seen her before, but, beyond wondering vaguely whether she had remarked something peculiar about my appearance, I paid no attention, engaged as I was in discussing cricket with one of the men. Presently two of them began to talk billiards, at which, it seemed, they were old rivals, and, as neither would admit inferiority, they decided to go upstairs to the billiard-room and play a couple of hundred up. "We may as well go and watch them," remarked the man with whom I was talking. "All right," I said, unsuspectingly, and, emptying my glass, I prepared to go upstairs. The billiard-players led the way, the others following. The girl who had been looking at me was the last except myself to leave the bar. The door-handle apparently slipped from her fingers and the door, which had an ordinary spring, closed in her face with a slam, thus momentarily cutting us off from the others. To my intense surprise she turned and whispered, hurriedly:-- "Don't go upstairs; they will throw you down!" In another instant she had pulled the door open and was ascending the stairs. "Wyngate again!" was the thought that flashed through my mind. At first I was inclined to disregard the warning, but a moment's reflection showed me that there was no disgrace in declining an unequal combat, and that, even if I were not knocked downstairs by some cleverly-contrived "accident," I could be sure of being dealt some underhand blow by agents of so unscrupulous a person as my late guest. I went up three or four steps, and then--exclaiming, "Forgotten my stick; I'll be back in a moment!"--I returned to the bar, went out quickly by another door, jumped into a hansom, and made good my retreat. "Two not out, captain!" I remarked, with satisfaction; but, as I was soon to discover, the game was not by any means finished. I wrote to Hunter at once, asking him if he had wired me to meet him. He replied that he had not done so, and that someone must have been using his name.