"Yes; he called to see me last week, and from the way he spoke I feel sure he knows something of Adrian."
"At all events, you may be sure there is no disintegration business about it," said Teddy decisively, "for these gentry can scatter their own body to the winds, but they can't do it with any one else's."
"But he might have got rid of Adrian by some other means?"
"Adrian isn't the sort of fellow to allow himself to be got rid of easily," retorted Rudall soothingly. "Come, Miss Maunders, that wretched Indian juggler, whom I remember having seen here, has upset your nerves with his mad talk. I'm certain Adrian is all right and this 'D' who is coming here to-day will no doubt be able to tell us where he is."
"I hope so," began Olive, when suddenly there came a ring at the door, and they looked quickly at one another.
"Here is the answer to your advertisement," said Teddy gaily. "Now then, Miss Maunders, don't bother your head about any theosophy or supernatural interference. We'll soon find out where Adrian is and give him a good rating for making such a fuss over nothing."
[Chapter XI.]
A Modern Judas
Being directed to the library by Mrs. Bickles, the gentleman who hid his identity under the letter "D." soon made his appearance, and closing the door softly, stood in front of Olive and Teddy with his hat in one hand and in the other a walking stick wrapped up in brown paper. Mr. Dentham looked despicably mean as he stood there with his pinched white face and his closely cropped head of red hair. Neither the lady nor gentleman were impressed with his appearance and exchanged glances during a silence which Olive was the first to break.
"I presume this is from you?" she said, handing him the note written on blue paper.