‘From my soul,’ answered the other earnestly. ‘And, what’s more, I mean to pull you through this. It’s a troublesome business, but I think I can see my way to the end of it. I wish you could help me to find Desrolles.’
‘That I cannot do,’ said Treverton decidedly.
‘It’s a pity. Well, good-day. The inquiry is adjourned till next Tuesday, so we have a week before us. It will be hard if we don’t do something in that time.’
‘The police have done very little in a twelvemonth,’ said Treverton.
‘The police have not a monopoly of human intelligence,’ answered Mr. Leopold. ‘We may do better than the police.’
Two advertisements appeared in the Times, Telegraph, and Standard, next morning:—
‘DESROLLES—TEN POUNDS Reward will be given to anybody furnishing the PRESENT ADDRESS of Mr. DESROLLES, late of Cibber Street, Leicester Square.’
‘TO JEWELLERS, PAWNBROKERS, &c.—LOST, in February, 187—, a COLLET NECKLACE of IMITATION DIAMONDS.—Anybody giving information about the same will be liberally rewarded.’
CHAPTER XLI.
MRS. EVITT MAKES A REVELATION.