"Mrs. Beecher Monmouth."
"Three o'clock to-morrow," mused Cherriton. "There is not much time for us to act!"
He looked suddenly into John's face.
"What a woman she is!" he exclaimed. "Invaluable—invaluable!"
"Invaluable!" echoed John.
Cherriton laid a hand on John's arm.
"Keep your hold on her, my dear Treves. Your work to-night has been excellent!"
Excitement had brought an unusual gleam into his hard eyes.
"We will do great things for you yet!"
He crossed the room and rang the bell imperiously.