"I'll describe him—no, I won't. I've a photograph of him somewhere. I'll fetch it."
"Don't trouble."
"No trouble at all. Have another cigar."
Whittinghame hurried out of the room, soon to return with a cabinet photograph in his hand.
"Here you are," he announced. Dacres took the photograph. One glance was sufficient.
"It strikes me rather forcibly that you are mistaken about Reno Durango," he remarked. "He is not on the high seas: he's in England. I travelled from Waterloo in the same carriage with him this afternoon."
CHAPTER IX.
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON.
WHITTINGHAME sprang to his feet, the muscles of his face working with excitement.
"That's serious—decidedly serious," he exclaimed. "We can't afford to underrate that fellow. Look here, Dacres, there's a job for you the first thing to-morrow. Your formal introduction to the 'Meteor' can wait."