6/10 Dick, nearly the last, was putting on his coat, arranging to meet Lord Newhaven the following morning at his club. They had been in Australia together, and were evidently old friends. Hugh had got one arm in his coat. An instinct of flight possessed him, a vague horror of the woman in diamonds furtively watching him under her lowered eyelids through the open door. Come into my study." "Another cross-bow for Westhope Abbey ?" said Hugh, trying to speak unconcernedly, as he followed his host to a back room on the ground floor. |