"Mr. Fielding, of New York," he said, "sailed for America from Havre last Saturday. His daughter has gone to Russia with a party of friends."
Duncombe sprang from his seat. His cigarette slipped from his fingers and fell unheeded upon the carpet.
"Then who—who are these people?" he exclaimed.
Spencer shrugged his shoulders.
"I thought it worth while," he said, "to come over and find out."
CHAPTER XIX
A HILLSIDE ENCOUNTER
A few minutes before ten the following morning a mounted messenger from Runton Place brought the following note for Duncombe:—