“In Paris, you must face perils such as never before menaced you, but I shall be near to warn you of danger.”
“The Man Without a Name.”
Frank would have pursued the carriage, but it was rolling away too swiftly for him to overtake it.
His companions observed his excitement, and, as such agitation was something rare in him, they knew it meant more than they could understand.
“What is it?” asked Diamond.
“What’s the matter?” spluttered Rattleton.
Frank stared at the slip of paper.
“It must be a trick,” he said. “Did either of you see the person who handed me this?”
Neither of them had.
“I saw nothing but his hand,” said Jack.