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of his next-door neighbor. His miss
ing shoe was nowhere to be seen.
Nicholson had a spare pair of shoes
in his bag, and he put them on. Then
he stood staring in perplexity at what
lay before his eyes. Boots must have
made a hideous blunder. Nicholson
went down to pick a quarrel with
him. But Boots was nowhere to be
found. And, as Nicholson munched
his breakast, a telegram was put in
to his hand.
"Meet me at Coventry at four," it
ran. It was from the friend who was
to guide him through the maze of
sociological observations that lay be-
' fore him.
There was only one train to Coven
try that day Sunday. Forgotten was
the episode of the morning, forgotten
Miss Martin, save that she lay like a
subconscious idea at the base of his
memory. He rushed upstairs to find
Boots standing before his door with
his suitcase in his hand.
"It's all packed, sir," he said.
"There isn't no time to lose, sir. I've
called a keb, sir."
What was it he wanted to say to
Boots? Boots had already disap
peared with the suitcase. He was
waiting at the cab door. He thrust
the suitcase inside, and, gratified by
another tip, departed, while the cab
dashed frantically toward the station.
Nicholson sank back against the
cushions. Well, of course, Boots had
rectified the blunder. No doubt he
had located the odd shoes, returned
them to their places, and but had
he? Nicholson opened the bag and
looked inside. There lay the dreadful
evidence of his theft Miss Martin's
high-heeled shoe, beside his own!
Nicholson gasped. Well, nothing
could be done now. He resolved to
send the shoe back that night with
a letter of apology. He thrust his
suitcase across the baggage counter,
received his check, and dashed into
His friend was waiting for him at
the other end, but there was no suit
case. v 1
"I checkedMt," said Nicholson. "I
thought it would come on the same
"You what?" asked the other.
"Checked it," answered Nicholson,
displaying the stub.
"I don't know what you mean by
'checking it,' " replied his friend. "If
you had a guard put your bag into
the baggage-van it must have come.
Why good heavens, man, don't you
see that you left it at the parcels
room? It's waiting for you there, no
doubt, and it will cost you two pence
a day until you get it."
Bewildered and disgusted, Nichol
son suffered himself to e drapped
off to his friend's house. He bought
an outfit and determined to return
via Oxford when he concluded his
round of visits. And in the enthusi
asm of the night's meeting he almost
forgot his troubles.
The following morning he saw
this advertisement in the Coventry
"If the gentleman who took away
a lady's shoe from the Queen's Ho
tel, Oxford, will return it to its owner,
no questions will be asked. Address
M. M., Lencester. Reward if requir
ed." Leicester was Nicholson's last
stopping place. He resolved to ex
plain by letter and arrange to meet
Miss Martin there. Meanwhile his
friend told him that it would be pos
sible to have the bag forwarded to
the station there. Accordingly Nich
olson wrote an apologetic letter to
the poste restante, and then contin
ued his journey.
Four days later he descended at
Leicester station. At the post office
he found a communication from Miss
"Miss Martin will be glad to see
Mr. Nicholson at the Temperance
Hotel, provided he" brings her shoe
Nicholson found the missing suit
case, slung it into a cab and hurried
to the hotel. Miss Martin came into