“I’ll wish you anything I can,” he said, and went off to collect his belongings.
He was longer about it than Sylvester had expected; the hansom he had ordered waited, before he came in again ready to start.
He put something down on the table.
“I don’t think you brought that photograph to Liverpool for me, Syl,” he said, and was gone before a word could be spoken.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
A Faithful Servant.
When Amethyst found herself, with a shock of surprise, in Sylvester’s presence, her first thought was that he had come to plead the cause of Lucian Leigh, and there was a certain distance in her tone as she said—
“Mr Riddell!”