"Come on, let us look round and see all the pretty girls," said a familiar voice behind them, and turning they saw Tickell and an elderly gentleman.
"Hullo, Morris and Winter. I've found you out," shouted Tickell.
Hal made a movement of annoyance, for he had seen the girl start at their names, and now felt sure she was in league with Wyck, and knew of his whereabouts.
"Will you join me, gentlemen?" said Tickell, between his smiles and smirks at the barmaid.
"No, thanks," said Hal, as he sat at a small table, with Reg alongside him.
"Confound that old fool, he's spoilt my game," said he, in a low tone, to Reg.
"How did you know her name, Hal!"
"My dear boy, if a girl leaves a letter on the shelves behind, addressed to Miss Wallace—"
"I see, but where did the Gussy come in?"
"Look at her brooch, and you will find that."