"'Tain't necessary fur you to know. All I say is that I know Luis Kingsley has got some money that belongs to Lynde Pyne. I know you know all about it. Do the square act on the divy about what you git out of it, and I will tell you all I know about that Cuyler girl."
Mauprat had opened his mouth to reply, when a violent pull at the bell interrupted him. Breathlessly he waited, and with apparently careless indifference, Neil waited also.
At the expiration of a few seconds, the door was opened by the woman who admitted Neil.
"There is some one to see you in the other room," she said to Mauprat.
By her manner, both her hearers knew as perfectly well who she meant as though she had spoken the name, but before either had time to think upon the subject at all, a heavily veiled woman pushed by her and entered the room.
"I wanted to see you, and have not time to wait!" she began; then paused suddenly.
Neil could feel the eyes through the veil fixed upon him piercingly.
He stood the test well, but started slightly as the long-gloved finger was pointed at him.
"Who is that?" demanded Miss Chandler, in the stoniest voice that Neil ever remembered to have heard.
"He is Bob Wells, a former office-boy of Lynde Pyne's," answered Mauprat, hurriedly. "I will——"