"I have some news for you, Cherriton."
"News?"
The other flashed a swift glance at him.
John slowly drew out the pocket-book and produced the slip of paper.
"You wanted to know when the Imperator sailed out, and by what route."
Cherriton was suddenly and unfeignedly impatient.
"What is it you know?" he demanded.
"At the Savoy to-night," John said quietly, "this was handed to me."
He passed the slip of paper into the German's eager fingers.
"Gott!" exclaimed Cherriton, utterly absorbed. "You got this from——"