Mrs. Flitwick herself opened the door to Zillah and led her into the narrow passage. But at the mention of Melky she shook her head. "I ain't set eyes on Mr. Rubinstein not since this morning, miss," said she. "He went out with that young Scotch gentleman what come here yesterday asking for Mr. Lauriston, and he's never been in again--not even to put his nose inside the door. And at twelve o'clock there come a telegram for him--which it was the second that come this morning. The first, of course, he got before he went out; the one that come at noon's awaiting him. No--I ain't seen him all day!" Zillah's quick wits were instantly at work as soon as she heard of the telegram. "Oh, I know all about that wire, Mrs. Flitwick!" she exclaimed. "It's as much for me as for my cousin. Give it to me--and if Mr. Rubinstein comes in soon--or when he comes--tell him I've got it, and ask him to come round to me immediately--it's important." Mrs. Flitwick produced the telegram at once, and Zillah, repeating her commands about Melky, hurried away with it. But at the first street lamp she paused, and tore open the envelope, and pulled out the message. As she supposed, it was from Lauriston, and had been handed in at Peebles at eleven o'clock that morning. "Got necessary information returning at once meet me at King's Cross at nine-twenty this evening. L." Zillah looked at her watch. It was then ten minutes to nine. There was just half an hour before Lauriston's train was due. Without a moment's hesitation, she turned back along Star Street, hurried into Edgware Road and hailing the first taxi-cab she saw, bade its driver to get to the Great Northern as fast as possible. Whatever else happened, Lauriston must be met and warned.