"They look like detectives, those two," said Hil sharply, out loud, turning round to watch the effect of her announcement.
The lady, who wore her name conspicuously engraved upon her ring, coloured and seemed disconcerted, and shortly after quitted the saloon.
"Come for a stroll as far as the Post Office," said Hil, as she saw Sal return with a letter in her hand.
"Are you gentlemen going to the Post Office?" she asked, sweetly.
"Yes, we're going to try our luck again."
"Would you mind taking this letter, and handing it in to the Telegraph Department. Here is a shilling to pay for it."
"I'll take the letter, my dear, with pleasure, but not the shilling," said Hil, patting the girl affectionately on the cheek.
"You'll see it's sent off at once, for it concerns a young lady whose mother is ill."
"I'll go as fast as I can carry it. Come on, Jack," answered Hil, leaving the saloon hurriedly, followed by May.
Outside, she turned to her companion, and asked: