CHAPTER LIII.
SLIGO MOULTRIE _vice_ ABEL NEWT.
Abel Newt had now had two distinct warnings of something which nobody knew must happen so well as he.

He dined sumptuously that very day, and dressed very carefully that evening, and at eight o'clock was sitting alone with Grace Plumer.

The superb ruby was on her finger.

But on the third finger of her left hand he saw a large glowing opal.

His eyes fastened upon it with a more brilliant glitter.