IN WHICH DAVID THRYNG HAS NEWS FROM ENGLAND

As they passed down the street, David shivered and buttoned his light overcoat closer about him.

“Cold?” said the older man.

“Your air is a bit keen here already. I hope it will be the needed tonic for that little chap.”

“What were his s — secrets?” David told him.

“He’s imaginative — yes — yes. I really would rather hurt myself. He may come on — he may. I’ve known — I’ve known — curious, but — Why — Hello — hello! Why — where — ” and Doctor Hoyle suddenly darted forward and shook hands with another old gentleman, who was alertly stepping toward them, also thin and wiry, but with a face as impassive as the doctor’s