John smiled.
Dacent Smith extended his hand in farewell. "You are a free man, Manton. But I shall expect you to come to my rooms at 286, Jermyn Street at three o'clock this afternoon." He gave John a card. "You will give this to my servant at the door."
The card read: "Mr. Dacent Smith, Savile Club"—that and nothing more.
* * * * *
At the time when John was undergoing his cross-examination at the hands of the great Dacent Smith, Manners and Captain Cherriton were seated in a back room at a house in Hampstead. Cherriton, who had read half a dozen morning papers, glanced at his companion.
"There is no word in any of them about our friend Treves."
"There was scarcely time for an announcement," Manners answered. "Perhaps it will be in the evening papers."
The two men waited till evening, but still the papers contained no line about Treves's capture. Cherriton was still not sure on what charge Treves had been arrested. If the charge had been an ordinary one, other than treason, there would already have been an account of some kind.
"We must find out some other way than through the papers."
"I have an excellent way of finding out," observed Manners.