There was no sign of Poltavo.
Ela strolled carelessly through the corridor, and down into the big palm court. From the palm court another entrance led into the Marylebone Road. Ela quickened his steps, went through the big swing doors to the vestibule.
Yes, the porter on duty had seen the gentleman; he had called a taxi and gone a few minutes before.
Ela cursed himself for his folly in letting the man out of his sight.
He reported the result of his shadowing to T. B. Smith over the telephone, and T. B. was frankly uncomplimentary.
"However, I think I know where we will pick him up," he said. "Meet me at Waterloo; we must catch the 6:15 to Great Bradley."
CHAPTER XI
"You want to see Mr. Moole?" Dr. Fall asked the visitor.