Of course, I will stay if I can do anything, no matter what.

Otherwise, address for a week to Basil Morton's.' This he dropped into the nearest pillar-box, and, as the sun was endeavouring to shine, he walked the length of the street, a pretence of exercise.

On his way back he was preceded by a telegraph boy, who stopped at Buncombe's front door, and awoke the echoes with a twofold double knock.

Before the servant could open, Harvey was on the steps.
'What name ?' 'Rolfe.' 'For me, then.' He tore open the envelope.
'Could you come at once?
Something has happened .-- Abbott.' The boy wished to know if there would be a reply.

Harvey shook his head, and stepped into the hall, where he stood reflecting.