The Passenger from Scotland Yard
'In the teetotal line, sir?'
The red-faced gentleman, as though unwilling to wound the susceptibilities of his neighbour, relinquished his search for the medical prescription which suited him.
'A pioneer in the great cause,' assented the other. 'Let me offer you my card; we may be companions for the rest of the journey, should you decide to cross to-night.'
He produced a mother-of-pearl card-case, and with a deprecating gesture handed over a rather exaggerated oblong slip of pasteboard.
'BRO. A. NEEL, Lecturer, I. O. T. A.'
So ran the card.
'I. O. T. A.?' repeated the person to whom it was handed.
'International Organization of Total Abstainers,' answered Bro