“For Mr. Scanlon,” said the German.
The big man tore open the envelope. As he expected, it was from Ashton-Kirk, and read:
“‘See me in the city at nine o’clock to-night.’”
“Anything important?” asked Campe who was watching him.
“I’m called to the city,” replied Bat. He glanced at a time-table, and added: “However, I’ll not leave until after dinner.”
“Back to-morrow?”
“More than likely.”
During the time that had passed since his talk with Scanlon as to the danger which threatened him, Campe had not once recurred to the subject. But that he bore it well in mind Scanlon was confident.
“He’s thinking it over,” the big man had concluded. “He’ll come to it when he’s ready.”
But the telegram from the special detective was almost an assurance that Fuller’s report had been received; and if this were so, Ashton-Kirk would, in all probability, soon be ready to take some step, no matter what Campe’s attitude.