"You can leave any message," said the clerk.
"I have a note for him," said Harry, in a doubtful tone.
"I will give it to him when he comes in."
Harry hesitated. He had been told to put the note into Philip's own hand. But there was no knowing when Philip would come in.
"I guess it'll do to leave it," he thought. "Please give it into his own hands," he said; and the clerk carelessly assented.
Harry left the hotel, and five minutes later Richard Grafton, or Major Richard Grafton, as he called himself, entered and walked up to the clerk's desk.
"Any letters or cards for me?" he asked.
"There's a note for your nephew," said the clerk, producing the one just left.
"Ha!" said the major, pricking up his ears suspiciously. "Very well, I will take it and give it to him."