ll be revenged," said Reg, handing the telegram to Hal.

"So far, so good. What's the next move?"

"Wyck will arrive a stranger here. He will enquire for the best hotel,
and will be told the 'York.' He will tip the man, and ask him if there
are any good-looking girls there, and he will be told that old Ford
won't have a barmaid about the place, and is fearfully particular. Then
he'll ask for another, and he ought either to be told of the South
Australian Club, the United Service, or the Southern Cross. All these
keep saloon bars, so we cannot do better than enquire at them."

"Why do you think he will proceed in that way?"

"Wyck is fond of ladies, isn't he? Well, where would a stranger go to
talk to a nice girl? He'd go to a saloon bar, where so many good-looking
girls are found."

"You're right, old chap. Let's go over to the 'Cross.'"

On entering the small saloon, they found a handsome young lady in
attendance. After calling for drinks, Hal asked her how long she had
been there.

"I only came yesterday," she replied, sweetly.

"Good-bye, miss," said Hal, with equal sweetness.

Johnny Lord's and several more were visited, but without success, for no
one knew of such a person as they were enquiring for.

On calling at the South Australian Club they were met by a very busy,
energetic, little man, who said he was the proprietor, and seemed proud
of it.

"Have you had a gentleman named Wyckliffe, stopping here?" asked Hal, as
he stood sipping some iced wine.

"Yes I did. He stayed here three days."

"Do you know where he went when he left?"

"I fancy he left for Port Pirie; at least that's where I heard him say
he was going to," answered the bustling little man as he hurried away.

"Did you know Wyckliffe?" asked Hal of the young lady who presided over
the bar.

"Yes, I knew him slightly," she answered.

But the entrance of a gentleman of the masher type, who shook hands with
her, and kept her in conversation with him, effectually prevented any
further information being procured from that quarter. Hal and Reg
therefore left.

"Hal," said Reg, anxiously, "is Adelaide a very holy city?"

"Why; whatever makes you ask that?"

"Well, in the first place I notice an enormous number of churches, and
secondly, I hear you cannot get a drink on Sunday."

"That's true, but it came about in this way. When public-houses were
open on Sunday, the churches were always empty. The parsons agitated the
temperance