The lawyer whistled.
A pretty-looking figure to call upon a lady at a fashionable hotel!” he thought.
You must go as you are,” he said. “Wait a minute.”
He took a blank card and wrote upon it the name:
RUDOLPH RUGG
“When you reach the hotel,” he said, “inquire for Mrs. Middleton and send that card up to her.”
“Very well, sir.”
The tramp started, his mind busily occupied.
What does she want with me? She wasn’t Mrs. Middleton when I knew her, she was Miss Vincent, the governess. I suppose she’s a great lady now. So she got Mr. Harvey to marry her. That ain’t surprisin’. She looked like a schemer even then, and I was a fool not to see what she was at. Likely she was up to the other thing. Well, I shall soon know.”