“Kathleen Kent!” repeated Angel with a gasp. “Well, that takes the everlasting biscuit! But,” he added quickly, “how did you come to know of our errand?” “Well,” drawled the elder man, wrapping his dressing-gown round him more snugly, “it was a guess to an extent. You see, Angel, when a man has been already awakened out of a sound sleep to answer mysterious inquiries about an out-of-date book----” “What,” cried Jimmy, jumping up, “somebody has already been here?” “It is only natural,” the publisher went on, “to connect his errand with that of the second midnight intruder.” “Who has been here? For Heaven’s sake, don’t be funny; this is a serious business.” “Nobody has been here,” said Mauder, “but an hour ago a man called me up on the telephone----” Jimmy looked at Angel, and Angel looked at Jimmy. “Jimmy,” said Angel penitently, “write me down as a fool. Telephone! Heavens, I didn’t know you were connected.” “Nor was I till last week,” said the publisher, “nor will I be after to-morrow. Sleep is too precious a gift to be dissipated----” “Who was the man?” demanded Angel. “I couldn’t quite catch his name. He was very apologetic. I gathered that he was a newspaper man, and wanted particulars in connection with the death of the author.” Angel smiled. “The author’s alive all right,” he said grimly. “How did the voice sound--a little pompous, with a clearing of the throat before each sentence?” The other nodded. “Spedding!” said Angel, rising. “We haven’t any time to lose, Jimmy.” Mauder accompanied them into the hall. “One question,” said Jimmy, as he fastened the collar of his motor-coat. “Can you give us any idea of the contents of the book?” “I can’t,” was the reply. “I have a dim recollection that much of it was purely conventional, that there were some rough drawings, and the earlier forms of the alphabet were illustrated--the sort of thing you find in encyclopædias or in the back pages of teachers’ Bibles.” The two men took their seats in the car as it swung round and turned its bright head-lamps toward London. “‘I found this puzzle in a book From which some mighty truths were took,’” murmured Angel in his companion’s ear, and Jimmy nodded. He was at that moment utterly oblivious and careless of the fortune that awaited them in the great safe at Lombard Street. His mind was filled with anxiety concerning the girl who unconsciously held the book which might to-morrow make her an heiress. Spedding had moved promptly, and he would be aided, he did not doubt, by Connor and the ruffians of the “Borough Lot.” If the book was still in the girl’s possession they would have it, and they would make their attempt at once. His mind was full of dark forebodings, and although the car bounded through the night at full speed, and the rain which had commenced to fall again cut his face, and the momentum of the powerful machine took his breath away, it went all too slowly for his mood.