It bore that day's date, and the decoded time of delivery was 4 P.M.
"Arriving to-night," it ran.

"Coming direct Fifty-Ninth Street.
Expect us there about eight-thirty." Curtis smiled, too.

He grasped the detective's unspoken thought.
Steingall had as good as said that the message bore out Curtis's counter charge against Count Vassilan and the Earl of Valletort of conspiring with de Courtois himself to defeat Lady Hermione's marriage project.

Indeed, before replacing the slip of paper on the table, the detective produced a note-book, and entered therein particulars which would secure proof of the Marconigram's origin if necessary.
The maid hurried in with the milk, and Steingall, why had covered more ground among the Frenchman's correspondence than the others gave him credit for, now acted as nurse.

With some difficulty he succeeded in persuading the stricken man on the bed to relax his firmly closed jaws and endeavor to swallow the fluid.