Lauriston opened the volume, to reveal leaves of old vellum, covered with beautiful fine writing. He had sufficient knowledge of foreign languages to know what he was looking at. "That's Spanish!" he said. "An old Spanish manuscript--and I should say it's worth a rare lot of money. How could it have come here?" Melky took the old volume out of Lauriston's hands, and put it away in a corner cupboard. "Ah, just so, mister!" he said. "But we'll keep that question to ourselves--for awhile. Don't you say nothing to the police about that there old book--I'll give Zillah the tip. More hangs round that than we know of yet. Now look here!--there'll be the opening of the inquest tomorrow. You be careful! Take my tip and don't let 'em get more out of you than's necessary. I'll go along with you. I'm going to stop here tonight--watch-dog, you know. Mrs. Goldmark and another friend's going to be here as well, so Zillah'll have company. And I say, Zillah wants a word with you--stop here, and I'll send her down." Lauriston presently found himself alone with Zillah in the little parlour. She looked at him silently, with eyes full of anxiety: he suddenly realized that the anxiety was for himself. "Don't!" he said, moving close to her and laying his hand on her arm. "I'm not afraid!" Zillah lifted her large dark eyes to his. "Those rings?" she said. "You'll be able to account for them? The police, oh, I'm so anxious about you!" "The rings are mine!" he exclaimed. "It doesn't matter what the police say or think, or do, either--at least, it shan't matter. And--you're not to be anxious I've got a good friend coming from Scotland--Melky told you I'd had two lots of good news tonight, didn't he?" A moment later Lauriston was in the street--conscious that, without a word spoken between them, he and Zillah had kissed each other. He went away with a feeling of exaltation--and he only laughed when he saw a man detach himself from a group on the opposite side of the street and saunter slowly after him. Let the police shadow him--watch his lodgings all night, if they pleased--he had something else to think of. And presently, not even troubling to look out of his window to see if there was a watcher there, he went to bed, to dream of Zillah's dark eyes. But when morning came, and Lauriston realized that a fateful day was before him, his thoughts were not quite so rosy. He drew up his blind--there, certainly was a man pacing the opposite sidewalk. Evidently, he was not to escape surveillance; the official eye was on him! Supposing, before the day was out, the official hand was on him, too?