Rufus left the lawyer's office feeling not a little perplexed, and ten minutes later Mr. Graythorne descended to the street with a look of annoyance on his face.
Getting on to the elevated railway, he was soon speeding in the direction of Central Park. Alighting at length, he made his way slowly along a quiet street for some considerable distance, paused for a moment in front of a house that had no distinguishing features, then ran lightly up the steps and rang the door bell.
He was ushered by a maid-servant into a comfortably but modestly furnished room, where he flung himself into an easy chair and waited.
In a few seconds a light step sounded outside; the door was pushed quickly open, and Madeline Grover came smiling and radiant into the room. The old lawyer rose slowly, and his face relaxed.
"This is an unexpected pleasure," she said, brightly. "Have you been hearing again from Sir Charles?"
"Not a word. It's the other man we have to deal with now."
"Why the man I sent the money to, of course."
"Well, what of him?"
"He's in New York, and has nearly worried the life out of me this morning!"