"Smoketown!" I said, "Smoketown!" (Truth to tell, at the moment I had quite forgotten all about my letter to Toole; then it dawned upon me.) "Oh, yes—well," I said; "I had one night there, and some frightful friends of Toole's bored my life out. He had invited them, I believe, to stop with him in London, and they—"
"Just the people I want. What's their name?"
"I forget that entirely."
"Can you read this?" he said, producing my letter.
"No," I said; "I can't read that signature."
"Do you know where they are likely to put up in town?"
"Not the slightest idea."
"I've tried every hotel in London."