"Good! We will go up to London to-night, and take out a warrant."
"The sooner the better!" she said, vindictively.
"Will you let me offer you some refreshment?" said Ronald, as he arose to leave the room.
"Yes; send me a glass of brandy and soda," she replied. "I feel worn out."
Ronald bowed, and then went out with Foster to see after their things. They sent up the drink to Mrs. Verschoyle, and then Ronald wrote a letter to Carmela, telling her he was going up to London on business, but did not mention what. Foster paid the bill, got their dressing-bags, and in a few minutes they were on their way to the station.
While Foster was getting the tickets, Mrs. Verschoyle being on the platform, Ronald took the opportunity to ask his friend a question.
"Do you think her story is true?" he asked.
"If it isn't, Vassalla can easily clear himself." was the ambiguous reply.