For your own safety." He turned on his heel! His muttered speech was profane, but inarticulate.

He sprang into the hansom by Grahame's side.
"Euston!" the latter cried through the trap-door.

"Double fare, cabby.
We must catch the Scotchman." Lucille came out a few moments later, and looked up and down the street as her brougham drove smartly up.

The hansom was fast disappearing in the distance.

She looked after it and sighed..