“Meaning Spedding?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t agree with you,” said Jimmy. “It would be ever so much more comfortable for you and me, but it will be ever so much better to finish up the Reale business first.”
“Great minds!” murmured Angel, remembering his chief’s advice. “I suppose Mr. Spedding will lay for me to-night.”
“You can bet your life on that,” said Jimmy cheerfully.
As he was speaking, a servant came into the room with a letter. When the man had gone, Angel opened and read it. His grin grew broader as he perused it.
“Listen!” he said. “It’s from Miss Kent.”
Jimmy was all attention.
“Dear Mr. Angel,
“Spedding has trapped me again. Whilst I was shopping this afternoon, two men came up to me and asked me to accompany them. They said they were police officers, and wanted me in connection with last night’s affair. I was so worried that I went with them. They took me to a strange house in Kensington.... For Heaven’s sake, come to me!...”