On reaching New York he made his way to Mr. Graythorne's office. Presuming that it was she who had commissioned him to send the money, he would know where she lived. If it was not she, a new riddle would confront him, which he would have to try to solve sooner or later.
Mr. Graythorne received him, as before, without enthusiasm, and with no manifestation of surprise. Indeed, he quite expected that sooner or later he would call.
Rufus plunged into the object of his visit without any waste of words. Indeed, his first question was so sudden and direct that it threw Mr. Graythorne completely off his guard.
"I have called to ask you for the address of Miss Madeline Grover," he said.
Mr. Graythorne gave a start, and turned half round in his chair.
"Eh—eh? What's that?" he asked, abruptly.
"Miss Grover is a client of yours, I believe——"
"Who said she was a client of mine?"
Rufus smiled. "Of course, if you object to give me her address," he said, "I will not press the matter."
"I did not say I refuse, but such a request is somewhat unusual. Miss Grover may not care to have people calling on her. Her business affairs she leaves in my hands."