“What do you know about the abduction of the Senorita de Cordova?” asked the lawyer, sharply. “Perhaps you had something to do with it.”
“I haven’t anything to do with it,” answered Jim, “but I know who did, and I know where the Senorita is.”
“Indeed, you seem to think, young man, that you know a good deal. Suppose I were to put the matter in the hands of the police?”
“Just as you like,” responded Jim, “there is my address if you want me. You can find me there any time. I think,” turning to Berwick, “there is nothing more to be gained here.”
“There doesn’t seem to be,” replied Berwick.
“Then don’t waste any more of my time,” said the lawyer sharply. “Wickham,” to the clerk, “you can show these gentlemen,” with a sneering emphasis on “the gentlemen,” “out.”
Thus curtly dismissed, Jim and his companion made their way to the street.
As soon as they had gone, the lawyer hastily wrote upon a sheet of paper:
“Look out for a young fool who calls himself James Darlington, and knows more than is good for him,” to which he added the initials W. H. R. and calling Wickham into the room gave it to him with orders to see that it be delivered at the address given, where it would come into the hands of Captain Broome at once.
This done, Mr. Reynolds leaned back in his chair, and began whistling softly.