"It was a visiting-card. It might be anywhere."
"If it was a visiting-card, the most likely place to find it is in one of your waistcoat-pockets."
John regarded his secretary with the admiration that such a practical suggestion justified, and rang the bell.
"Maud, please bring down all my waistcoats," he told his valeting parlor-maid, who presently appeared in the library bowed down by a heap of clothes as a laborer is bowed down by a truss of hay.
In the twenty-seventh waistcoat that was examined the card was found:
Mr. Sydney Ricketts.
14 Lyonesse Road, Belize,
Balam, S.W., British Honduras.
"I thought his name was Raikes," John muttered, indignantly.
"Never mind. A rose by any other name...." Miss Hamilton began.
John might almost have been said to interrupt what she was going to say with an angry glare; but she only laughed merrily at his fierce expression.