On reaching my room, I carefully examined the pocket-book.
It contained nothing but a sheet of stout note-paper, one side of which was half covered with figures arranged in groups. It was obviously some sort of cipher, but the document was signed by seven persons whose autographs were en clair. I did not, however, take the trouble to examine it any further that night, but soon turned in and slept soundly.
en clairI was tired, and the peculiar events at the Moulin Rouge had not sufficed to do more than ruffle the surface of my good spirits. Anyhow, I could do nothing about it till the morning, and during the War I had acquired the habit, which remains with me still, of putting off till to-morrow the things which cannot be done today. I like to think that this is a habit which I share with
