I do."

"The real Mackay?"

"Alike as two postage stamps."

"Where've you got him?"

"Here, in your bathroom--changing."

"Changing?"

"Of course. Couldn't bring him as he was. They'd have spotted him for
certain. So I draped him in a nurse's cloak and cap over his ordinary
gear. Looked fine under a veil with his face painted pretty and pink.
He's washing it off now."

"Is he like me?" said Barraclough.

"Like you!"

"How's he talk?"

"As you do. I'd have been here earlier only he was hungry--devilish
hungry. He'd not eaten for best part of three days."

"But you saw him at the Berkeley."

"I know, that made it a bit difficult."

"Come on," said Barraclough, "let's hear all about it."

"Take too long. Had almost given up hope this morning, then I had a
stroke of luck--hit a red hot trail--spent the day chasing through the
West End staring at every man I saw. Got a glimpse of him at last in
Clarges Street 'bout nine o'clock. Taxi with a heap of luggage drove
up to a house and this chap came racing after it."

Cassis threw up his hands.

"Good heavens," he exclaimed, "a cab runner."

"Not he--down and out, that's all. I might easily have missed him for
he'd grown a bit of a scrub on his chin during the last few days but
when I saw the way he had of standing and that same trick of the head
you've got I was sure enough. He's a sportsman, that chap, for he was
wanting food and yet some decent restraint stopped him coming forward
to help with the boxes. He'd meant to but at the last moment he
shirked it. I could see him wrestling with himself--a step forward,
then hesitating. At last the driver asked him to lend a hand with the
biggest trunk and he shouldered it and carried it into the house. When
he came out the fare was fumbling in his pocket for six-pences. It
must have been the sight of this cut into his pride. He hadn't a cent
of his own but something inside him rebelled. 'No, I'll be damned if I
can,' he said and made off down the street. I picked him up on the
bench by the cabbies' shelter ten minutes later. Made myself affable
and asked if he'd care to turn an honest fifty. In fact I gave fifty
as a bona fide. Told him to get himself shaved and roll round to
Clarkson's to be fixed up in the nurse's gear--and get some food too."

"That was risky," remarked Lord Almont, "you might never have seen the
jolly old bird again."

"I told you he was a gentleman, didn't I?"

Mr.