other seat
in the same vehicle. The rest was uninteresting. He went direct to No.
150 Hatton Garden, and there remained. I read his name on the door-post
among a score of others, and after a twenty-minutes' wait I returned to
my rooms. I had no doubt that it was the meeting in the brougham that
Hewitt wished reported, and I remembered his rule was never to watch a
man a moment after the main object was secured.

Hewitt was out, and he did not return till after dusk. Then he came
straightway to my rooms.

"Well, Brett," he said, "what's the report? As a matter of fact, Samuel
is my client, as I shall explain presently. I don't like spying on a
client, as a rule, but I was convinced that he was keeping something
back from me, and there was something odd about his whole story. But
what did you see?"

I told Hewitt the tale of my pursuit as I have told it here. "I came
away," I concluded, "after it seemed that he was settled in his office
for a bit. But there is another thing you should know. When he first
came out with you I recognised him at once as a man I had seen at that
same door a little after two o'clock--say a quarter past."

"Yes?" answered Hewitt. "I saw him there myself a little
sooner--something like two, I should say. What was he doing?"

"Well," I replied, "he was doing pretty well what he did in Manchester
Square. For as a matter of fact the brougham also was here then--just
outside the next-door office. I think I might swear to that same
brougham--though of course I didn't notice it so particularly that first
time."

Hewitt whistled. "Oh!" he said. "Tell me about this. Did he get into the
brougham this time?"

"Yes. He came out of the office door with a black leather case in his
hand and a very scared look on his face. And he popped into the
brougham, leather case, scared look and all."

"Ho--ho!" said Hewitt, thoughtfully, and whistled again. "A black
leather case, eh! Come, come, the plot thickens. And what happened? Did
the carriage go off?"

"No; I saw nothing more--shouldn't have noticed so much, in fact, if the
whole thing hadn't looked a trifle curious. Nervous, pallid Jew with a
black case--as though he thought it was dynamite and might go off at any
moment--closed brougham, blinds drawn, Jew skipped in and banged the
door, but brougham didn't move; and I fancied--perhaps only
fancied--that I saw a woman's black veil inside. But then I turned in
here and saw no more."

Hewitt sat thoug