!"

As they turned away from the table, one of the young men, who had been
looking very hard at Mr Bunker, rose and touched his sleeve.

"I say, aren't you----?" he began.

"Possibly I am," interrupted Mr Bunker, "only I haven't the slightest
recollection of the fact."

An astonished lady was indicated by Mr Bunker as the hostess, and to her
the Baron bade an affectionate adieu. He handed a sovereign to the
footman, embraced the butler, and as they sped eastwards in their hansom,
a rousing chorus from the two friends awoke the echoes of Piccadilly.

"Bravo, Bonker! Himmel, I haf enjoyed myself!" sighed the exhausted Baron.

CHAPTER VII.

The Baron and Mr Bunker discussed a twelve o'clock breakfast with the
relish of men who had done a good night's work. The Baron was full of his
exploits. "Ze lofly Lady Hilton" and his new "friends" seemed to have made
a vivid impression.

"Zey vill be in ze Park to-day, of course?" he suggested.

"Possibly," replied Mr Bunker, without any great enthusiasm.

"But surely."

"After a dance it is rather unlikely."

"Ze Lady Hilton did say she vent to ze Park."

"To-day, Baron?"

"I do not remember to-day. I did dance so hard I was not perhaps distinct.
But I shall go and see."

As Mr Bunker's attempts to throw cold water on this scheme proved quite
futile, he made a graceful virtue of necessity, dressed himself with care,
and set out in the afternoon for the Park. They had only walked as far as
Piccadilly Circus when in the crowd at the corner his eye fell upon a
familiar figure. It was the burly, red-faced man.

"The devil! Moggridge again!" he muttered.

For a moment he thought they were going to pass unobserved: then the man
turned his head their way, and Mr Bunker saw him start. He never looked
over his shoulder, but after walking a little farther he called the
Baron's attention to a shop window, and they stopped to look at it. Out of
the corner of his eye he saw Moggridge about twenty yards behind them
stopping too. He was glancing towards them very doubtfully. Evidently his
mind was not yet made up, and at once Mr Bunker's fertile brain began to
revolve plans.

A little farther on they paused before another window, and exactly the
same thing happened. Then Mr Bunker made up his mind. He looked carefully
at the cabs, and at last observed a smart-looking young man driving a
fresh likely horse at a walking pace beside the pave