"I soon discovered that all my conjectures were wrong.
"'Am I right in supposing that I am addressing Mr. Agnold?' he asked. He spoke with a foreign accent.
"'No,' I said, 'my name is not Agnold.'
"'Mr. Tucker, then?'
"'You are right there.'
"'Mr. Agnold mentioned your name in his letters to Mrs. Braham,' said the stranger. 'Both you and Mr. Agnold are working in that lady's interests. It is exceedingly kind of you.'
"I stared at him. This was not the language that Dr. Peterssen would have used, and my first doubts being dispelled, I saw that my visitor was a gentleman--which Dr. Peterssen is not. But who could he be? I thought it best to hold my tongue; I wished to avoid compromising myself.
"'I, also,' continued the stranger, 'am here in Mrs. Braham's interests. My business admits of no delay. It is necessary that I should see Mr. Agnold immediately.'
"'He is in London,' I said.
"This information appeared to discompose him; but only for a moment.