arting from a given point in North
Italy at the same time, the odds seem in favor of their all reaching
their destination at the same time. As it happened, however, there was
another factor to be considered, which had its due result. Bernard
Maddison was rather more at home on Continental railroads than he was on
English ones, whereas neither of the other two had ever before left
their own country save under the wing of "Cook." The consequence was
that by the aid of sundry little man[oe]uvres, which completely puzzled
his would-be companions, Bernard Maddison stood on the platform of
Waterloo while they were still in the throes of seasickness. As a
further consequence two telegrams were dispatched from Ostend, and were
duly delivered in England. The first was from Benjamin Levy to his
father.

"Meet all boat trains at Waterloo, and try to recognize B. M. King
will do to shadow. Ascertain Miss Thurwell's address. Home early
to-morrow."

The second was from his acquaintance, the artist, to Scotland Yard.

"Bernard Maddison ahead of us. Meet all trains. Tall, dark, thin,
pale, brown check traveling ulster. Photograph for sale in Regent
Street if can get to shop."

Both telegrams were conscientiously attended to, and when Bernard
Maddison drove out of the station his hansom was followed by two others.
There was nothing very suspicious about his movements. First of all he
was set down at his club, which meant a wait of an hour and a half for
his watchers. At the end of that time he reappeared with all the traces
of his journey effaced, and in a fresh suit of clothes, carrying now a
smaller portmanteau. He lit a cigarette, and sent for a hansom. This
time he was set down at King's Cross, and took a ticket for a small town
on the Yorkshire coast. Hereupon the employee of Messrs. Levy & Son
retired, having ascertained all that he was required to ascertain. The
other myrmidon, however, having dispatched his subordinate to
headquarters with particulars of his destination, took up the chase.

It was late in the afternoon before they reached their journey's end,
but Bernard Maddison was quite unconscious of any fatigue, and marching
straight out of the station, turned toward Mallory. The man who was
following him, however, hired a carriage, and drove down to the hotel.
He knew quite well where the other was going to, and as nothing could be
done that night, he determined to enjoy as much as he cou