“Yes! a stranger.”
“With a long beard?”
“Why, yes, he had.”
“He will come again?”
“In half an hour.”
“Show him into my room when he comes, and admit no one else.”
Meadows was hardly seated in his study and his candles lighted when the servant ushered in his visitor.
“Shut both the doors, and you can go to bed. I will let Mr. Richards out.”
“Well?”
“Well, we have done the trick between us, eh?”