in the Strand with a new interest, and he laughed to himself as he
realized what it was. He was looking all the time for the man whose
face he had seen pressed to the window-pane!




CHAPTER VI

THE GLEAM OF STEEL


At the Milan, Arnold found himself early for luncheon. He chose a
table quite close to the entrance, ordered his luncheon with some
care, and commenced his watch. A thin stream of people was all the
time arriving, but for the first half-hour there was no one whom he
could associate in any way with his commission. It was not until he
had actually commenced his lunch that anything happened. Then,
through the half-open door, he heard what he recognized instantly as
a familiar voice. The manager of the restaurant hurried toward the
entrance and he heard the question repeated.

"Is Mr. Rosario here?"

"We have a table for him, madame, but he has not yet arrived," the
_maître d'hôtel_ replied. "If madame will allow me to show her the
way!"

Arnold rose to his feet with a little start. Notwithstanding her
fashionable outdoor clothes and thick veil, he recognized Mrs.