in Pentonville, escaped once
from a Russian prison, and is still in the ring. He's never idle, and if he
comes to the Powhatan you can gamble your last dollar on it that he has a
good, big stake somewhere in the neighborhood. We must look over the list of
arrivals."

We finished our drink and settled the score. Holmes sauntered, in leisurely
fashion, out into the office, and, leaning easily over the counter,
inspected the register.

"Got any real live dukes in the house to-night, Mr. Sommers?" he asked of
the clerk.

"Not to-night, Mr. Holmes," laughed the clerk. "We're rather shy on the
nobility to-night. The nearest we come to anything worth while in that line
is a baronet--Sir Henry Darlington of Dorsetshire, England. We can show you
a nice line of Captains of Industry, however."

"Thank you, Sommers," said Holmes, returning the laugh. "I sha'n't trouble
you. Fact is, I'm long on Captains of Industry and was just a bit hungry to-
night for a dash of the British nobility. Who is Sir Henry Darlington of
Dorsetshire, England?"

"You can search me," said the clerk. "I'm too busy to study genealogy--but
there's a man here who knows who he is, all right, all right--at least I
judge so from his manner."

"Who's that?" asked Holmes.

"Himself," said Sommers, with a chuckle. "Now's your chance to ask him--for
there he goes into the Palm Room."

We glanced over in the direction indicated, and again our eyes fell upon the
muscular form of "Lord Baskingford."

"Oh!" said Holmes. "Well--he is a pretty fair specimen, isn't he! Little too
large for my special purpose, though, Sommers," he added, "so you needn't
wrap him up and send him home."

"All right, Mr. Holmes," grinned the clerk. "Come in again some time when we
have a few fresh importations in and maybe we can fix you out."

With a swift glance at the open page of the register, Holmes bade the clerk
good-night and we walked away.

"Room 407," he said, as we moved along the corridor. "Room 407--we mustn't
forget that. His lordship is evidently expecting some one, and I think I'll
fool around for a while and see what's in the wind."

A moment or two later we came face to face with the baronet, and watched him
as he passed along the great hall, scanning every face in the place, and on
to the steps leading down to the barber-shop, which he descended.

"He's anxious, all right," said Holmes, as we sauntered along. "How would
you like to take a bite, Jenkins? I'd