The old gentleman grew suddenly so crimson that his nephew shut the door and bolted. He little guessed how àpropos that question was.
CHAPTER III TRIBULATIONS OF AN AUNT
He had scarcely gone a hundred yards down Southampton Row, when he heard his name called.
"Mr Frank!"
He turned. Bridgewater was pursuing him with something in his hand.
"Mr James told me to give you this."
Leavesley took the envelope presented to him, and Bridgewater bolted back to the office like a fat old rabbit, returning to its burrow.
In the envelope was a sovereign wrapped up in a half sheet of notepaper.