"Oh, my God, sir!"
Van Aldin tapped the telegram with his forefinger.
"This is from the police at Nice. I must go out there by the first train."
Knighton was efficient as ever. He glanced at the clock.
"Five o'clock from Victoria, sir."
"That's right. You will come with me, Knighton. Tell my man, Archer, and pack your own things. See to everything here. I want to go round to Curzon Street."
The telephone rang sharply, and the secretary lifted the receiver.
"Yes; who is it?"
Then to Van Aldin.
"Mr. Goby, sir."