Carr's comment. "Well?"
"I have seen him this evening. He is back in London."
Thomas Carr was not a man to be startlingly affected by any
communication; nevertheless he felt the importance of this, for Lord
Hartledon's sake.
"I met him by chance, in a place where I sometimes go of an evening to
smoke a cigar, and learned his name by accident," continued Mr. Taylor.
"It's the same man that was at Kedge and Reck's, George Gorton; he
acknowledged it at once, quite readily."
"And where has he been hiding himself?"
"He has been in Australia for several years, he says; went there directly
after he left Kedge and Reck's that autumn."
"Could you get him here, Taylor? I must see him. Tell me: what coloured
hair has he?"
"Red, sir; and plenty of it. He says he's doing very well over there,
and has only come home for a short change. He does not seem to be in
concealment, and gave me his address when I asked him for it."
According to Mr. Carr's wish, the man Gorton was brought to his chambers
the following morning by Taylor. To the barrister's surprise, a
well-dressed and really rather gentlemanly man entered. He had been
accustomed to picturing this Gorton as an Arab of London life. Casting
a keen glance at the red hair, he saw it was indisputably his own.
A few rapid questions, which Gorton answered without the slightest demur,
and Mr. Carr leaned back in his chair, knowing that all the trouble he
had been at to find this man might have been spared: for he was not the
George Gordon they had suspected.
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