“My dear Morton,—I have seen the man whom you are seeking and I know for certain where he will be to-morrow night. My carriage shall call for you at ten o’clock in the evening—to-morrow, mind; not this evening—and if you care to come I will bring you to him. By the by, you might as well bring with you the box which you were good enough to take care of—Yours,
“E. de C.”
I handed it to Lord Langerdale, who adjusted his glasses and read it through carefully.
“I don’t like it,” he remarked, when he had finished; “don’t like it at all. Take my advice, Philip; send him his box, or whatever it is, and don’t go.”
I shook my head.
“I must find out about Mr. Marx,” I answered, “and I know of no other means. That will be to-morrow night, you know. To-day——”
“Yes, what are we going to do to-day?” Lord Langerdale interrupted.
I answered him without hesitation:
“I am going down to Ravenor Castle.”
He looked surprised, a little agitated.
“I shall go with you,” Lord Langerdale suddenly declared. “Alice was my sister-in-law, and if Ravenor deserted or ill-used her, I have the right to call him to account for it.”