"I have come to see Mr. Arthur Gooch," was the answer.
"To see me?" he cried in wonder.
"Yes, you, if you are Mr. Gooch."
"What for?"
"On most particular business."
"YOUR HEALTH, MY DARLING!"
Wondering more and more, the young man ran down the stairs and opened the street door. In the dim light he saw the figure of a gentleman with whose face he was not familiar.
"What do you want with me?" he asked.
"It will be best for us to speak privately," replied the stranger. "It is a most delicate matter."