"Take the morning express and deliver these yourself," he said, quietly. "I shall follow you by the midday train. When you have done so, find Mr. Newcombe and keep him in sight. You understand?" "Quite, sir," said Slummers, and disappeared as silently as usual. CHAPTER XXXIII. It was Jack's last day in town. Tomorrow he would be at Earl's Court, and in the evening would be riding as fast as a horse could carry him to Una. The hours seemed to drift with leaden wings. It was no use going to Park Lane, for the blinds were down, and Lady Bell was at Earl's Court. It was no use going to the club, for the whitewashers had taken possession of it; never had Jack been so utterly bored and wearied. At last he strolled into the park, and sat on one of the seats and stared at the Row, giving himself up to thoughts of Una, and picturing their meeting on the morrow. He lingered in the park till dusk: then he went home to dress. "Still writing, old man?" he said, as he entered, and laid his hand on Leonard's shoulder. "Halloa! is that you, Jack?" said Leonard, throwing down his pen. "I have been expecting you." "Why for?" asked Jack, yawning. Then he looked up curiously. "I wish I'd known it; I'd have come home. Look here, Len, we'll go and dine somewhere; if there is anything left to eat in this howling desert of a London. If ever any man was bored to death and sick of it, I am this day. Twenty-four hours more of it, and I should chuck myself into the Serpentine! I never spent such a day----" He stopped suddenly, for he became conscious that Leonard was standing, looking down at him with a grave and earnest regard. "What's the matter, old man?" he asked. Leonard hesitated. "Jack," he said, at last, "Moss has been here." "Oh, has he?" said Jack, carelessly. "Yes, and there is trouble about. He is pressing for his money." "What!" exclaimed Jack. Leonard nodded. "Yes, he means mischief; he made quite a fuss here. Said he had a heavy claim to meet----" "Oh, I know that old yarn." "And that he must and would have money to meet those bills of yours." Jack looked grave. "Did he mean it?" "Yes," said Leonard. "Thanks to you, I know Mr. Levy Moss by this time, and I am sure he was in earnest." "Confound him!" muttered Jack. "Confounding him won't pay him," said Leonard, sensibly. Jack rose and paced the room. "What am I to do, Len?" "I don't know," said Leonard. "If I could help you--but all I have wouldn't meet one bill." "And I wouldn't take it if it would," said Jack. "But I can't understand it! Only last week he was bothering me to take a hundred or two." Leonard shook his head. "All I can tell you is, that he was simply furious. He said that he must and would have some money, that if you did not pay him he would----" "Well?" said Jack, grimly. "That he would put you through the Court," said Leonard. Jack turned pale.