He produced and passed over a second dispatch, which is read like the first.
Honorable George Heathercliffe, etc.
Before starting find out everything you can concerning one John, or Jonathan Burrill, once in the employ of your father.
Bathurst.
The two Lamottes glance uneasily at each other. Whither is this examination tending?
"Did you follow the instructions in this last telegram?" asks O'Meara.
"I did."
A bland smile widens the mouth of the little Irish lawyer. He waves his hand magisterially.
"That is all, for the present, Mr. Heathercliffe," he says, suavely, and amazement sits on every countenance.
And now Mr. Rand bends forward and flings himself into the arena, while O'Meara leans back in his chair, his eyes twinkling maliciously.