"And did he see you?" cried Boyne in a low, hoarse voice. "Are you certain?"
"Well—no—I—I'm not absolutely certain. He was looking up at the house, and he's coming here."
At that second the front door electric bell rang.
All three started.
"Why is he here?" asked Lilla. "Are inquiries already on foot?"
"If they are, then our game is up," declared Ena. "You must receive him, Lilla, but you must deny all knowledge of me. You know nothing of Augusta Morrison."
"But he may call at Upper Brook Street," said Boyne quickly. "You must not return there."
"Did he recognise me? That's the question," asked Ena, still pale to the lips.
A second later the man entered with a card upon his salver—the card of the Manchester solicitor, Mr. Emery.
"Oh!" exclaimed Lilla, taking it up. "Oh, yes—show him up."