She found Mr.Hardwick at his desk, and he sprang up quickly on seeing who his visitor was.

"Ah, you have returned," he cried.

"You didn't telegraph to me, so I suppose that means failure." "I don't know, Mr.Hardwick.It all depends on whether or not your object was exactly what you told me it was." "And what was that?
I think I told you that my desire was to get possession of the document which was being transmitted from St.
Petersburg to London." "No; you said the object was the mollifying of old Sir James Cardiff, of the Foreign Office." "Exactly; that was the ultimate object, of course." "Very well.

Read this card.

Sir James gave it to me at Charing Cross Station less than half an hour ago." The editor took the card, turned it over in his hands once or twice, and read the cordial message which the old man had scribbled on the back of it.
"Then you have succeeded," cried Hardwick.