Next morning, at ten o'clock, he appeared at the office of Mr. Lewis in Craven Street.
"Is Mr. Lewis in?" asked Giveen.
"What name, please?" asked the clerk.
"Just tell him a gentleman from Ireland wants to see him," replied Giveen. "Tell him it's on important business about Mr. French. He'll know."
A moment later he found himself in the inner office, before a desk table, at which an elderly gentleman with grey whiskers was opening his morning letters.
"Mr. Lewis?" said Mr. Giveen.
Lewis bowed.
"I've come to you about a matter of importance," said Giveen. "You sent a man over to Ireland to seize the goods of a relation of mine—Michael French, of Drumgool House."
"I did not," said Lewis. "My agent in Dublin moved in the matter."