"But it is not mine; it belongs to Miss Dominguez," she protested; "and it is to save my brother's name——"
"Miss Hyatt," said Van Ingen, "I must take this book which has so providentially come into my hands, not to save your brother's name, but to bring to justice the men who took his life."
As he spoke there came a knock at the door; and, hastily drying her eyes, the girl opened it.
A porter handed her a telegram, and she came back into the light of the room to open it.
She read it, and reread it; then looked at Van Ingen with bewilderment written on her face.
"What does this mean?" she said.
He took the telegram from her hand; it had been readdressed from Falmouth and ran:
"By wireless from Port Sybil. Do not part with book to anybody on any account.
"CATHERINE DOMINGUEZ."
He handed the telegram back.