The astonished youth broke the seal, and opened the note. On the top was marked “Strictly Private.” It read thus:
‘Dear Sir: You may think it strange that you and I were separated so suddenly on that evening in Dupont street; but a particular friend of mine was the cause, as you saw. If you are at liberty this evening call without fail to see me, but not at that house. You know the cliff near which lies the English barque St. George. I will be under that cliff, on the sea-shore at 8 o’clock precisely. This is very private. Let no one see it. It is sent by a man who will hand it to you, privately if he has an opportunity. Come if you can.
Maria.’
‘Ah—it is too late!’ said Monteagle aloud, and putting the note into his pocket.
‘It would seem that we are not to be edified by the contents of your note,’ said Mr. Brown, looking at Vandewater.
‘What shall I do?’ said the youth to himself. ‘This is something important, without doubt.’
‘Private is it not?’ inquired Vandewater.
‘Sir!’ said Monteagle, rather surprised at the question.
‘You must know that this is a peculiar occasion,’ said Mr. Brown, rightly interpreting Monteagle’s surprise. ‘At any other time, it would be highly improper to express any curiosity with regard to the purport of that note.’
‘This note is nothing,’ said the youth. ‘It is strictly confidential and has no relation to the robbery whatever.’