“Telegram for Mr. Ewart, sir,” he said.
I took the yellow envelope and opened it carelessly.
“What is it?” cried Dennis, springing to his feet as he saw my face.
“Read it,” I said faintly, as I handed it to him. Dennis read the message aloud:
“Come back at once. I can’t stand this. Sholto is blind.—McLeod.”
CHAPTER VI.
CONTAINS A FURTHER ENIGMA.
Back again at King’s Cross. I seemed to have been travelling on the line all my life. Myra turned to Dennis to say good-bye.