MR HAVELOCK was reading a letter for the third time that morning. Twice he had consulted his managing clerk, and he was reading it for the third time when d**k Martin was shown in.
“I hope I didn’t get you out of bed too early, Mr Martin, and I have to apologize for bringing you into this matter which ended, so far as you were concerned, when you returned. I had this letter this morning; I’d like you to read it.”
The letter was in writing which was, by now, familiar to d**k. It bore the address of a Cairo hotel.
Dear Havelock (it began),
I had your cable about Dr Cody, and I am writing at once to tell you that I certainly know this man and I have had correspondence with him, so why he should deny all acquaintance with me, I can’t understand, unless it is the natural reticence of a man
