I had put the two down as an American and his daughter traveling in
England for pleasure; and my continual presence at the restaurant was
wholly inspired by the hope that some opportunity might arise by means of
which I could make their acquaintance. Adventures, in the ordinary sense
of the word, had never appealed to me. I was privileged to possess many
charming acquaintances among the other sex, but not one of them had ever
inspired me with anything save the most ordinary feelings of friendship
and admiration.
The opportunity I desired had now apparently come. I had made the
acquaintance of Mr. Joseph H. Parker--made it in an unceremonious manner,
perhaps, but still under circumstances that would probably result in his
being willing to acknowledge himself my debtor. I had a packet of
something belonging to him in my pocket, which was presumably valuable.
His friend, Mr. Cullen, I detested, and the reference to Bow Street
puzzled me. However, I had no doubt that in a few minutes everything would
be explained. Meantime I permitted myself to indulge in certain very
pleasurable anticipations.
In the course of about a quarter of an hour Mr. Joseph H. Parker
reappeared. He came down the room humming a tune and apparently quite
pleased with himself.
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