“I suppose you are safe enough here,” said Leonard to Carlos. “I shall go to a hotel. It will be prudent, perhaps, for you and I not to be seen together, at all events until I have consulted with Mr. Stark. What connection can you, a pupil of Mr. Werner, be supposed to have with me, the Rev. Mr. Withers?”
“Just so,” said Mr. Duncan. “You are right.”
“And,” resumed Leonard, “I should like to stop where there is a telegraph office near at hand.”
“There is a telegraph office in the United States Hotel,” said Mr. Duncan.
“Very well, I will put up there. And now good-night, Carlos. I will see you to-morrow, probably. Gute nacht, Herr Werner.”
They separated, Carlos remaining with Mr. Werner, Mr. Duncan going to his own home, and Leonard proceeding to the United States Hotel.
The next day was Sunday, but, feeling that no time must be lost, Leonard dispatched a message to Mr. Stark, early in the morning. It bore the following cautious wording:
“MR. STARK, Custom House, Boston:
“The property is found.
“(Signed) REV. MR. WITHERS.”