‘case’ — pardon the word — interests me deeply. Where do you wish to go?”

“To Bruges, of course.”

He seemed a little surprised that I should ask the question.

“Bruges,” he went on, “that dear and wonderful old city of Flanders, is the place of my birth. You have visited it?”

“No,” I said, “but I have often heard that it is the most picturesque city in Europe, and I should like to see it awfully.”

“There is nothing in the world like Bruges,” he said. “Bruges the Dead they call it; a fit spot in which to die.”

“If you talk like that I shall reconsider my decision.”