'And inquire if anyone named—'
Hugo stopped.
'Named what, sir?'
'Never mind. I'll go myself. By the way,' he said, 'I must run over to Belgium to-night. Perhaps I may take you with me.'
'Don't forget the inquest on Bentley to-morrow, sir. You'll have to attend that.'
Hugo made a gesture of excessive annoyance. He had forgotten the inquest.
'Take this telegram,' he said, suddenly inspired; and he scribbled out the following words: 'Darcy, 16, Boulevard des Italiens, Paris. Please come instantly; urgent case.—HUGO, London.'
'At any rate, I've made a beginning,' he murmured when Albert had gone. 'I can find out all that is to be known about Camilla from Darcy—if he comes. I wonder if he'll come. He'd better.'
And then, collecting his powers of self-control, he went slowly down to the Safe Deposit, and entered those steely and dreadful portals.
'Getting on all right?' he said to the newly-installed manager, a young man with light hair from the counting-house.