"All right. Here you are," and in the darkness Jarman passed it along. Frank opened it, but it was impossible to see. Therefore Eustace lighted a match, which was not likely to be seen from the road, and held it while Frank read the letter. The paper had a Scarlet Bat drawn in one corner with red ink, and the writing consisted of only a few words. "My son," ran the writing, "when you are twenty-five send your address to 'Tamaroo, The General Post-Office, London. To be called for.' Then wait events." "And Tamaroo is the name on the bills!" said Eustace under his breath. CHAPTER XVIII A QUEER VISITOR "Well, I guess this is a surprise," said Natty. "And a very pleasant one," rejoined Miss Arrow. The two were standing on number nine platform of Liverpool Street Station waiting for the Wargrove train, and the meeting was accidental. Natty did not look so well as usual, as his face was somewhat haggard. Jenny noticed this, and thought he had been sitting up all night. With considerable coolness she made the remark, which Natty contradicted. "It isn't that," said Mr. Denham, gloomily. "I've been square enough, but I've been having trouble." "Oh dear me!" cried Miss Arrow, sympathetically. "Not bad, I hope?" "Sufficiently bad to make me leave for the States next week." Jenny looked rather dismayed. She fancied herself in love with Mr. Denham, as by this time she had quite got over her romantic affection for the Irish secretary. "I'm sorry," she said pensively. "And you will regret leaving--Mildred!" She looked at him sharply. "I'll regret leaving all my friends. Those at Wargrove are the best I've struck in the old country. I don't know that Miss Starth's any great sorrow to me, though. She don't care a red cent for me." "Her affections are otherwhere," said Jenny, sentimentally. "That's so, and I don't see much good my hovering round. I should like to marry a real sweet English girl." Jenny blushed, but she was not vain enough to take the compliment to herself. Yet she could have done so, for Denham was thinking of her when he paid it. Jenny was not pretty, but she had the freshness of youth, and a sweet, frank face of her own which appealed to the man. Denham had been so accustomed to women of the world like Miss Berry that he longed for something fresh and unsophisticated. He had been thinking a great deal about Jenny lately, and now that he saw Mildred was a star far above his reach, thought he might do worse than take the rector's daughter. The transfer of affections from Miss Starth to Jenny was a considerable effort of mental gymnastics, but Natty had achieved it.