"I have got to see you.

You must help me, Mr.Ricardo--you must, indeed!" Ricardo spun round upon his heel.

At first he had thought that the help wanted was the help usually wanted at Aix-les-Bains.

A glance at Wethermills face, however, and the ringing note of anguish in his voice, told him that the thought was wrong.

Mr.Ricardo slipped out of his affectations as out of a loose coat.