DUCIE, 'My single advice to you is to leave _quam primum_ for the South.
Yours, T.ROBBIE.' That was short and sweet.

It emphatically extinguished hope in one direction.

No more was to be gotten of Robbie; and I wondered, from my heart, how much had been told him.

Not too much, I hoped, for I liked the lawyer who had thus deserted me, and I placed a certain reliance in the discretion of Chevenix.

He would not be merciful; on the other hand, I did not think he would be cruel without cause.
It was my next affair to go back along George Street, and assure myself whether the man in the moleskin vest was still on guard.