"I'm going, too," declared Copplestone, also rising. "Mrs. Greyle, I'm sure will entrust the whole matter to us. And Mr. Dennie will trust us with those papers." "Oh, certainly, certainly!" asserted Mr. Dennie, pushing his packet across the table. "Take care of 'em, my boy!--ye don't know how important they may turn out to be." "And--Mrs. Greyle?" asked Copplestone. "Tell whatever you think it best to tell," replied Mrs. Greyle. "My own opinion is that a lot will have to be told--and to come out, yet." "We can catch a train in three-quarters of an hour, Copplestone," said Gilling. "Let's get back and settle up with Mrs. Wooler and be off." Copplestone contrived to draw Audrey aside. "This isn't good-bye," he whispered, with a meaning look. "You'll see me back here before many days are over. But listen--if anything happens here, if you want anybody's help--in any way--you know what I mean--promise you'll wire to me at this address. Promise!--or I won't go." "Very well," said Audrey, "I promise. But--why shall you come back?" "Tell you when I come," replied Copplestone with another look. "But--I shall come--and soon. I'm only going because I want to be of use--to you." An hour later he and Gilling were on their way to London, and from opposite corners of a compartment which they had contrived to get to themselves, they exchanged looks. "This is a queer business, Copplestone!" said Gilling. "It strikes me it's going to be a big one, too. And--it's coming to a point round Squire Greyle." "Do you think your man will have tracked him?" asked Copplestone. "It will be the first time Swallow's ever lost sight of anybody if he hasn't," answered Gilling. "He's a human ferret! However, I wired to him just before we left, telling him to meet me at King's Cross, so we'll get his report. Oh, he'll have followed him all right--I don't imagine for a moment that Greyle is trying to evade anybody, at this juncture, at any rate." But when--four hours later--the train drew into King's Cross--and Gilling's partner, a young and sharp-looking man, presented himself, it was with a long and downcast face and a lugubrious shake of the head. "Done!--for the first time in my life!" he growled in answer to Gilling's eager inquiry. "Lost him! Never failed before--as you know. Well, it had to come, I suppose--can't go on without an occasional defeat. But--I'm a bit licked as to the whole thing--unless your man is dodging somebody. Is he?" "Tell your tale," commanded Gilling, motioning Copplestone to follow him and Swallow aside.