“I must be off at once,” he said to Bellamy. “You’ll be round in the morning?”
Bellamy smiled.
“After all,” he remarked, “I have changed my plans. I shall not leave the hotel. I am going to telephone round to my man to bring me some clothes. By the bye, do you mind telling me whether this message which you have just received had anything to do with the little affair in which we are interested?”
“Not directly,” Laverick answered, after a moment’s hesitation. “The message was from a young lady. I have to go and meet her.”
“A young lady whom you can trust?” Bellamy inquired quietly.
“Implicitly,” Laverick assured him.
“She spoke herself?”
“No, she sent a message. Excuse me, Bellamy, won’t you, but I must really go.”
“By all means,” Bellamy answered.
They stood at the entrance to the hotel together while a taxicab was summoned. Laverick stepped quickly in.