sure, as he passed out, that he had baffled his pursuer. Turning to the
left, Jack then walked a little way down the street towards Victoria
Station until he saw a Camden Town 'bus coming up, when he quietly
crossed the road, boarded the 'bus, and ten minutes later stepped off it
again as it pulled up at its stopping-place at the corner of Trafalgar
Square. Jack now looked carefully round once more, to make quite sure
that he had thrown "Mr Mackintosh" off the scent, satisfied himself
that the individual in question was nowhere in sight, and entered his
hotel.

CHAPTER TWO.

LIEUTENANT MILSOM, R.N.

The evening was fine, and the distance not far from Morley's to the
Cecil; Jack therefore did not trouble to take a cab, but, slipping on a
light dust-coat over his evening dress, set out to walk down the Strand
on his way to dine with his friend. As he went his thoughts were
dwelling upon the incident of his afternoon encounter with the
mysterious "Mr Mackintosh, of Inveraray"; and he decided that he would
let Carlos and his father know that someone appeared to be taking rather
a marked interest in them and their movements. A walk of some ten
minutes' duration sufficed to take him to his destination; and as he
turned in at the arcade which gives access to the hotel from the Strand,
whom should he see but the mysterious stranger, apparently intently
studying the steamship advertisements displayed in one of the windows of
the arcade, but in reality keeping a sharp eye upon the hotel entrances.

"Ah!" thought Jack; "watching, are you? All right; I'll see if I can't
give you a bit of a scare, my friend!" And, so thinking, the young
giant walked straight up to the stranger, and, gripping him firmly by
the arm, exclaimed:

"Hillo, Mackintosh, waiting for Mr Montijo, eh? Is this where he is
stopping? Because, if so, we may as well go in together, and see if he
is at home. The sight of you reminds me that I rather want to see him
myself. Come along, old chap!" And therewith Jack, still retaining his
grip upon the stranger's arm, swung him round and made as though he
would drag him along to the hotel.

"Carrajo! How dare you, sir!" exclaimed the stranger, vainly striving
to wrench himself free from Jack's grasp. "Release me, sir; release me
instantly, you young cub, or I will call a policeman!"

"What!" exclaimed Jack, in affected surprise; "don't you wish to see
your friend Montijo? Very well; run along,