consent to plot for any man’s friendship for the sake of betraying him to the police."
"It is essential to your plans to make the acquaintance of Mr. Clavering," he dryly replied.
"Oh!" I returned, a light breaking in upon me; "he has some connection with this case, then?"
Mr. Gryce smoothed his coat-sleeve thoughtfully. "I don’t know as it will be necessary for you to betray him. You wouldn’t object to being introduced to him?"
"No."
"Nor, if you found him pleasant, to converse with him?"
"No."
"Not even if, in the course of conversation, you should come across something that might serve as a clue in your efforts to save Eleanore Leavenworth?"
The no I uttered this time was less assured; the part of a spy was the very last one I desired to play in the coming drama.
"Well, then," he went on, ignoring the doubtful tone in which my assent had been given, "I advise you to immediately take up your quarters at the Hoffman House."
"I doubt if that would do," I said. "If I am not mistaken, I have already seen this gentleman, and spoken to him."
"Where?"
"Describe him first."
"Well, he is tall, finely formed, of very upright carriage, with a handsome dark face, brown hair streaked with gray, a piercing eye, and a smooth address. A very imposing personage, I assure you."
"I have reason to think I have seen him," I
