Westcott stared at the note, which was unaddressed.
"Sure this is for me, John ?" "Ally same sure--for Meester Vest-c-ott." He vanished into the dark hall, and there was the faint clatter of his shoes on the stairs.
Westcott, fully aroused, cast his glance about the deserted room, and unfolded the paper which had been left in his fingers.

His eyes took in the few penciled words instantly.
Do not be angry.

I had the best of reasons.

Meet me near the lower bridge at three o'clock.

Very important.
S.D.
He read the lines over again, his lips emitting a low whistle, his eyes darkening with sudden appreciation.