“Look for a leader,” cried Jack, turning over the pages of the newspaper. “I shouldn’t wonder if there was a leader or something on this letter. A man would need to convince the newspaper people pretty completely of his rights in this matter before’ he could induce them to print such a libel. By the nine gods, here it is!” And there, sure enough, was a short editorial note calling attention to Captain’s Lyman’s letter and stating that Captain Lyman had proved to the satisfaction of the editor that he could, if given an opportunity, substantiate every word of the serious charges which he had brought against Marcus Blaydon, a man whose name the public had acclaimed as that of a hero in the Spring, but who, it would now appear, so far from being a hero, was a paltry adventurer, without any of those better qualities which are occasionally found associated with adventurers. The newspaper was one which had made a name for itself by reason of its fearlessness in exposing fraud and for its persistence in following up a clue to an imposition, no matter by whom attempted. Jack read the editorial comment and laughed. “I’m afraid there will be no trip to Canada, Priscilla,” he said. “On our part, no,” she said. He looked at her enquiringly. “On our part? Do you suggest that--that--he----” “I think that he will go to Canada--to London, Canada,” said she. “Even though her brother has shown him to be such a skunk?” “_Because_ her brother has done so.” “Is that woman?” “Yes, that is woman.” “I’m learning. And she is married to him, you still think?” “No; I don’t believe now that she is. However, we’ll soon learn the truth. We shall have no difficulty in getting in touch with Captain Lyman now. The newspaper people will be certain to have his address in case of accidents. They would not care to be saddled with a libel action unless they could lay a hand on Captain Lyman at a moment’s notice.” “I’m certain of that; they’ll give us his address fast enough at the newspaper office. We shall call for it when we have seen Reggie Liscomb.” They had agreed with Mr. Liscomb to call upon him on their return from their visit to Major Crosbie, to acquaint him with the result of their interview with that officer; and when they entered the private room of the junior partner, they found him with a copy of the newspaper which they had just been reading, on the desk in front of him. “You have seen it?” said Jack. “Captain Lyman’s letter?” “I have gone one better. I have seen Captain Lyman himself,” said Mr. Liscomb. “Then you know his present address and we need not send for it to the paper?” said Priscilla. “You certainly need not be at that trouble. His address just at this present moment is ‘Waiting-room, 3, Bishop’s Place.’” He touched a bell.