He found Mr. Richard Hammond in the little back parlor of the suburban inn.
Dick was seated at a table; with writing materials, and also, alas! with brandy, tobacco and pipes before him.
“Your mistress? I hope she is better?” exclaimed Dick, eagerly, on seeing his messenger.
“Yes, sir; the wimmin, they have fetched her out’n her fainty fit all right, and they have put her to sleep comfortable,” replied the boy.
“Thank Heaven!” exclaimed Dick.
“Well, sir, that is all I have to tell you; and now, as I may be missed, I think I had better hurry back,” said Leo.
“Wait; here is a letter I wish you to take to your mistress.”
“Another one, sir?” inquired the boy, distrustfully.
“Yes; but this letter is to prepare her for the receipt of the packet. I wish you to give her this letter first. And after she has read it, hand her the packet.”
“Yes, sir.”