RICHARD POLLAND stared at him in surprise a moment, and then dropped his hands to his sides.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” he asked.
“I want to see you on business, sir,” the waiter said.
“Business? What business can you have with me? What sort of business.”
“Important and confidential business, sir. I want to talk to you about that little affair of last night, in the private dining room.”
“I fail to understand you,” Polland said.
“You left rather abruptly, sir.”
“Oh, I see!” Polland gasped. “I was obliged to do so, but I left twice the amount of the check—”
“It is not that,” the waiter interrupted, “I have no complaint at all on that score, sir. You were indeed very liberal.”
“Well, then?” Polland asked.
“When I was clearing away the things, sir, I found that, by accident
