CHAPTER II: A PAIL

STICKING OUT OF THE POCKET of Leek’s light overcoat was a folded copy of the Daily Telegraph. Priam Farll was something of a dandy, and like all right-thinking dandies and all tailors, he objected to the suave line of a garment being spoilt by a free utilization of pockets. The overcoat itself, and the suit beneath, were quite good; for, though they were the property of the late Henry Leek, they perfectly fitted Priam Farll and had recently belonged to him, Leek having been accustomed to clothe himself entirely from his master’s wardrobe. The dandy absently drew forth the Telegraph, and the first thing that caught his eye was this: “A beautiful private hotel of the highest class. Luxuriously furnished. Visitor’s comfort studied. Finest position in London. Cuisine a speciality. Quiet. Suitable for persons of superior rank. Bathroom. Electric light. Separate tables. No irritating extras. Single rooms from 2-1/2 guineas, double from 4 guineas weekly. 250 Queen’s Gate.” And below this he saw another piece of news: “Not a boarding-house. A magnificent mansion. Forty bedrooms by Waring