"Who are you? I don't even know you!" cried the perplexed Jenny. "I didn't say I was Mr. Strauss himself," began Neil. "Yes, you did say so," said Jenny, "and it isn't the truth, for I know Mr. Strauss very well, and neither of you isn't going to get over me, so you know!" "Don't you see," suggested David, his wits all at work, "that one of us must be true, and as you are aware that he is false--" "What is all this about?" demanded Jenny. "I have no business with either of you. Just tell me the way to Hanover Square, please, and let me go about my business." "That's just why I'm here, to show you the way," said Neil. "I dunno why this gentleman takes it upon himself--" "Best hold your tongue, young man," growled David. "You must be stupid to think this young girl would go off with you, a man she never saw before, especially after detecting you in a direct untruth--" "As for that, she don't know you any more than me, seemingly," retorted Neil. "Mr. Strauss sent me--" "How is she to know that? Miss L'Estrange sent me. Didn't I know your name, Jenny, and your mistress's name?" "Well, that's right enough," agreed Jenny on reflection. "Then trust to me." "But what is it you want, sir?" "It is about the papers," whispered David, confidentially. "It is all to your good to come with me first and hear what I have to say. Miss L'Estrange--" "Well, all right; but you must be quick," said Jenny, rushing to a decision. David hailed a cab, and he and Jenny turned their backs upon the defeated valet, got in, and drove off. However, Neil, who had witnessed Van Hupfeldt's fever of eagerness to see this girl, followed in another cab. David drove to the Tube Station near Oxford Circus--she would accompany him no farther--and, while he talked with Jenny in a corner there, Neil, lurking among the crowd of shop-gazers across the street, kept watch. "I propose to you," David said to Jenny, "to give the certificates to me, and in doing so, I understand that you are a poor girl--" "That's just it," answered Jenny, "and I must know first how much I am to get for them--if it's true that I have any certificates." "Right enough," said David, "but the main motive which I hold out to you is not what you will receive in hard cash, but that you will do an immense amount of good, if you give the papers to me. They don't belong to this Mr. Strauss, but they do belong to the mother and sister of a poor wronged lady, a lady whose character they will clear." "Ah, no doubt," agreed Jenny, with the knowing leer of a born Cockney; "still, a girl has got to look after herself, you see, and not mind other people's troubles." "What!" cried David, "would you rather do the wrong thing and earn twenty pounds, or do the right thing and earn five pounds? You can't be in earnest saying that."