The Piccadilly Puzzle

“Tell me, where is Calliston? I want to see him.” “Not much chance,” replied Myles, shaking his head, “he’s…gone off tonight down to Shoreham…yachting, you know. Wants to go to the Azores Well, see you tomorrow, I’m in a deuce of a hurry, goodnight.” He spoke rapidly, with nervous agitation quite at variance with his usual demeanor, as Spencer knew, and went off quickly and was swallowed up by the fog, the latter resumed his walk with a quiet laugh.