BUSILY engaged one morning in my office in trying to solve some knotty problems that called for my earnest attention, I was suddenly disturbed by a knock at the door, and, in answer to my “Come in!” one of my assistants entered, although I had given strict orders that I was not to be disturbed for two hours.
“Excuse me, sir,” said my man, “but a gentleman wishes to see you, and will take no denial.”
“I thought I told you not to disturb me under any circumstances,” I replied somewhat tartly.
“Yes, so you did. But the gentleman insists upon seeing you. He says his business is most urgent.”
“Who is he?”
“Here is his card, sir.”
I glanced at the card the assistant handed to me. It bore the name:
THE STAR AND GARTER CLUB
Colonel Maurice Odell was an utter stranger to me. I had never hea
