"Now you can get out. Here's a tenner to go on with and I'll send you another when I hear the job is done."
"All right, boss," said Brown, as he got down.
"Address George Thompson, P.O., Melbourne," shouted Philamore to him.
"Ay, ay. Good-night."
Philamore drove to the Imperial Hotel, and wrote a note to His Excellency, saying he had been called away to Brisbane on important business and promising to call on his return. The remainder of the time left to him he devoted to preparations, and when the Melbourne train left Sydney it carried an elderly man with grey hair.
Both the boys and the girls left the garden-party early, and on the return of the former to their hotel, they found that a young woman had been enquiring for Mr. Morris and had promised to call again. While they were speculating as to whom this new visitor could be the lady herself appeared. She had a sad tale to tell. She had been employed as barmaid at a hotel, and had met Wyck and fallen in love with him, and after arranging to be married, he had thrown her over.
"But why do you come to us?" asked Reg.
"I heard you were after him for a similar thing," she said, bursting into tears.
"And where did you hear that?" said Hal.
"Well, my friend the housemaid at the 'Metropole' heard you talking about Wyck, and she told me."