"Don't mention that, sir," interrupted Gibbet. "Inform me as briefly as possible how I can serve you."
"I will," continued Greenwood. "If you would proceed to a mansion near Lower Holloway, called Markham Place——"
"Markham Place!" said Gibbet, with a start.
"Yes—do you know it?"
"It was my intention to call there this very evening. The Prince of Montoni has been my greatest benefactor——"
"Oh! how fortunate!" murmured Greenwood. "Then you know that there is a young lady named Miss Monroe——"
"Yes, sir: she lives at the Place, with her father."
"And it is to her that I wish a message conveyed," said Greenwood. "Seek an opportunity to deliver that message to her alone;—and on no account, I implore you, let the Prince—nor any inmate of that house save Miss Monroe—learn what has occurred to me."
"Your wishes shall be faithfully complied with. But the message——"
"Oh! it is brief," interrupted Greenwood, with a sad smile, which was not, however, altogether devoid of bitterness: "tell her—whisper in her ear—that an accident has brought me hither, and that I am desirous to see her to-morrow. And—assure her, my good friend," he added, after a short pause, "that I am in no danger—for she might be uneasy."