But before Spargo could reply, a loud insistent knocking came at the outer door. Elphick started nervously, but presently he moved across the room, walking as if he had received a blow, and opened the door. A boy's voice penetrated into the sitting-room.
"If you please, sir, is Mr. Spargo, of the Watchman, here? He left this address in case he was wanted."
Spargo recognized the voice as that of one of the office messenger boys, and jumping up, went to the door.
"What is it, Rawlins?" he asked.
"Will you please come back to the office, sir, at once? There's Mr. Rathbury there and says he must see you instantly. "
"All right," answered Spargo. "I'm coming just now."
He motioned the lad away, and turned to Elphick.
"I shall have to go," he said. "I may be kept. Now, Mr. Elphick, can I come to see you tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, yes, tomorrow morning!" replied Elphick eagerly. "Tomorrow morning, certainly. At eleven—eleven o'clock. That will do?"
"I shall be here at eleven," said Spargo. "Eleven sharp."
He was moving away when Elphick caught him by the sleeve.
"A word—just a word!" he said. "You—you have not told the—the boy—Ronald—of what you know? You haven't?"
"I haven't," replied Spargo.
Elphick tightened his grip on Spargo's sleeve. He looked into his face beseechingly.
