I took up the pen without another word. When I had finished the note he took it from me and read it through. Then he glanced at the address and started.
“Mr. Ravenor! Oh, Mr. Ravenor is in London, is he?” he remarked slowly.
“Yes.”
He looked away with the ghost of an evil smile upon his lips.
“Ravenor in London! How strange. He and I are old acquaintances. I must call on him,” he added mockingly.
He stood still for a moment and then left the room abruptly with the note in his hand. I tried to follow him, but the door closed too quickly. If I could have seen any means of escape I should have made use of them, for I had gained the knowledge which I had come to seek, and I knew that I was in danger. There was only that solitary window looking out upon the river and the closed door. If this man meant mischief, I was securely in his power.
CHAPTER LIV.
A RAID.
In a few minutes Count de Cartienne returned:
He flashed a sudden keen glance at me.
“I wonder if you have any idea as to the contents of that box,” he said, keeping his eyes fixed curiously upon me.